This is the summer of locked doors, fragile rituals, and the ghosts that keep count.

I'm Stevie Matthews-almost sixteen, the kind of girl people whisper about. "Bat-shit crazy," they say. Maybe they're right. This summer, the order cracks. Obsessive thoughts tighten like barbed wire, rituals multiply, and the only way forward is a hospital stay I never asked for.

Behind those doors, I meet strangers who feel both broken and familiar, each carrying their own secret galaxies of fear and hope. Together, we make a kind of map-messy, jagged, stitched with laughter, unraveling with heartbreak.

This is the story of how I learn that friendship can be born from accident, that healing isn't neat or pretty, and that sometimes the bravest thing is to stay.

This book is a tender, unflinching portrait of adolescence, OCD, and the fragile alchemy of survival-equal parts bruised and luminous, like a diary written in ink and ghost light.