I'm not really sure I like yellow anymore. It's just so... out there. Two people are dead.Ones in a coma.And then there's me.It's only been a few months since a crash stole my memories. No one wants to talk about that night, no one knows what happened, and nothing is working to bring my memories back. They tell me about me, but I don't seem the same. They tell me they don't know why I was there that night.And no one knows about him. Why am I the only one that sees him? Why were we near a construction site that night? I might not know who I am, but I'm going to find out what really happened. Trigger warning for anyone that might have PTSD regarding car accidents. If you do and still want to read this book, then please avoid (or read with caution) the italicized part at the end of Chapter 25, for those with ebooks that starts at location 2621 and ends at 2652. Stay safe, everyone.
