Six weeks into the pandemic, Pete was in love. After all of his struggles, he was now the luckiest man alive during one of the most confounding historical events of his lifetime. He was on his meds, attending his virtual therapy sessions and the best version of himself that he had ever been. All because of Her. Until early one morning Pete awakes, shirt still damp from Her wet hair where she had fallen asleep hours before, only to find no trace of Her at all. Heart yanked from his chest, Pete quickly spirals as he asks himself, who was she really? Where would she go? And how could she vanish ...without a single trace of her left? Did his desire to be loved, drown out his ability to get to know the real Her? Did he unknowingly push her away? And most importantly, how was he going to get Her back to him? ** Is what we tell ourselves in our own heads, the truth? What would you be willing to risk to discover what is true? Or more importantly, what would you be willing to risk in order to hold on to the comfort and contentedness that true love, the kind of love you dream about at night, could offer?