Layla Brooks is dead. Layla Brooks is dead. Layla Brooks is... dead.
Landing in a quiet small town after being on the run for weeks seemed like everything Shay could have hoped for. After all, small towns are the perfect place to start again, obscurity at its finest.
Shay is desperate to keep her guard up. But keeping people at arms length is practically impossible here. The walls she carefully bricked one by one start to fall away and Shay finally feels like herself. Unfortunately, nothing good in her life ever stays that way for long.
Soon ominous messages begin to show up in the form of tiny paper butterflies. Shay starts to realize that no matter where she goes, there will always be monsters lurking in the shadows.
No one can hide from their past forever.