In the locked white walls of a remote psychiatric facility, 21-year-old Davina wakes with no memory of the night that landed her there—only raw wrists from restraints, a foggy hallucination of deep blue eyes, and a single unbreakable vow she’s carried since childhood: I will not become one of them. The “them” are the selfish, cruel people who broke her—her alcoholic mother, absent family, the men who used her body and never her name. She survived by reading moods like storm clouds, disappearing