I woke up after three months in a coma to discover I'd been declared dead, my belongings were gone, and the nurse looked at me like she'd seen a ghost. But nothing could have prepared me for what I found when I finally went home: another girl living my life, sleeping in my bed, and calling my fathers "Dad." She has my clothes, my friends, my entire existence—and everyone believes she's the real daughter. Now I'm the stranger, the intruder, the one who needs to prove I'm not insane. And the deeper I dig into what happened during those missing twelve weeks, the more I realize that whoever put me in that coma is still watching, still waiting, and will do anything to keep me from reclaiming what's mine.