Falling in love and losing your mind are basically the same thing. I should know. I’m doing both. My mother is gone. My boyfriend is gone. My life in Boston is packed into two suitcases in the back of my car. And my best friend, who hasn’t been awake in twelve years, keeps finding me in my dreams, leaving me a message. Come to me. Three thousand miles later, I’m rolling into a town I haven’t seen in over a decade. I wasn’t supposed to stay, and I wasn’t supposed to get tangled up in three very different, very complicated men. A sharp-tongued writer who walks into my dreams without knocking, challenging my worldview. A psychologist who looks at me like he’s both dreaded and yearned for me his entire life. The freckled innkeeper with paint-stained hands who makes me feel seen and cherished in a way I didn’t know existed. While three men orbit my waking life, I explore a dream world where rules don’t apply, and nothing is a coincidence. But the dreams are getting stranger, the line between sleep and waking is getting thinner, and the man who has been keeping my best friend hostage is starting to notice me.