This story doesn’t exist in these pages.
It exists in you.
Your choices, your fears, your curiosity—it’s all been written, line by line, with every word you’ve read.
Did you notice the way your heart raced during the quiet moments?
Or the strange prickle at the back of your neck when you swore you were alone?
Those weren’t accidents.
They were the beginnings of your story.
Mark Krijgsman