Everyone thinks I'm crazy. Maybe I am.For 3 years, I've been in love with Elias. He texts me every morning. He leaves coffee on my counter. He knows how I like to be held when I have nightmares.There's only one problem. Elias died 3 years ago.My therapist says I'm creating him out of grief. My new boyfriend says I'm cheating on him with a ghost. But last night, I found fresh fingerprints on my window. And a note in handwriting that isn't mine:"You were never imagining me. Stop trying to forget."Is my dead boyfriend haunting me? Or is someone in my house pretending to be him? And why does the man who claims to love me feel more real than anyone alive?A psychological romance thriller where love is the delusion, obsession is the truth, and the biggest twist is who is actually writing this story.You will not guess the ending.