Kiss Kill

Welcome to the book realm. I had heard of a woman in New York, who had managed to blur the lines between fiction and reality, warping the natural order. She’d disappeared and there were claims by a Dr. P that she’d managed to focus her mind on a story to such a degree that she’d actually been physically absorbed into it. Given my guilt (however ridiculous) over having apparently written Olivia’s death into reality, I’d become obsessed with the idea. Mostly I didn’t believe it, but lately, I could see how—in the right circumstances—such a thing could, maybe happen.