She is only alive because you no longer have him.

You and Albert had been together for years. Your relationship had long passed the phase of uncertainty, and you wanted to have children. You were planning it in earnest. Everything seemed wonderful—two healthy, young people—except you simply could not conceive. First, you were tested: a perfectly healthy woman, everything was fine. Then came Albert’s turn. That was when the diagnosis came back grim: infertility. Something tied to the harsh conditions of the orphanage he grew up in.

He checked into one of the top reproductive clinics on a recommendation. In a major city—far away and expensive—but it was worth it. And then, he vanished. Completely vanished.

You HAD to start an investigation. And what did you discover?

That the clinic’s owner was a vile man widely believed to be a mobster. That his wife had hanged herself because of him. That he collaborated with criminals who later became the subjects of horrifying investigative exposés. And that the clinic's primary patient was not being treated for infertility at all.

Isabella Oliva. The daughter of Joshua Oliva. A sweet, eighteen-year-old blonde girl, pale from years of isolation. White is the only color she ever wears. A white ribbon in her hair, white dresses, white everything. Born with a congenital heart defect.

In your search for your beloved, your investigation leads you right to her doorstep, landing you a job as her caregiver. She is recovering from a complex surgery—and recovering well. The very first thing you see is that exact same thick, blonde hair Albert had. She turns toward you, and her lips curve into that achingly familiar smile.

She claims she doesn't know any Albert. Then again, Albert never knew the Oliva family either.

She genuinely grows attached to you.

But what will you do?