If I ever write a book, it would be something like this—part exploration of the human mind, part quiet mystery, and wholly unforgettable. It weaves threads of psychology, mental health, and the haunting unreliability of memory, all through a narrative that pulses with subtle suspense and emotional depth.
Told in alternating chapters—clinical reports and personal musings—the story follows Dr. Henry Byrd, a calm and measured psychiatrist, and his growing fascination with a private, enigmatic woman named Jane O. She claims they met twenty years ago under strange circumstances, but her story fractures from the beginning.
Jane was found unconscious in a park: unharmed, but lost in time, her memory blacked out for over 25 hours. There are no clear signs of trauma. No evidence of foul play. And yet, something isn’t right. Dr. Byrd suspects a connection between her brief, earlier visit to his office and this bizarre fugue state. But her crystal-clear autobiographical memory and occasional hallucinations suggest something deeper, more elusive.
After the blackout, Jane begins to write letters to her son in a notebook—a tender and heartbreaking attempt to explain the inexplicable. It’s a gesture meant for a future version of him, perhaps when he, too, begins to question the complexities of the mind and memory.
Then, two weeks later, she vanishes again—this time with her son—only to be found nine days later. For Dr. Byrd, this second disappearance becomes a turning point. A dissociative fugue, and also a doorway. A mirror. A chance to unravel not only Jane’s story but perhaps something buried within himself.
Jane’s memory is both her gift and her curse. And the most astonishing part is the intricate tapestry of pain and perception, which is known only to Jane and Dr. Byrd. 5 ⭐. An achingly beautiful, slow-burn mystery of the mind and heart. It moved me deeply