Your books are published, people are reading them, and you’re looking back on today. What do you hope you’ll be proud of accomplishing? Think big, but be specific. I’d love to read your vision.

Chapter 1: The Return The first thing I heard was the rain. Soft. Steady. Almost peaceful. But my body didn’t believe it. My eyes opened suddenly, and for a moment, I forgot where I was. The darkness of my room surrounded me. Not the jungle. Not the abandoned village. Not the island. My bedroom. Home. I sat up slowly, my breathing uneven. Another nightmare. I pressed my hands against my face, trying to calm myself. The dream was already fading, but the feeling remained. The feeling of being watched. The feeling that I was still trapped somewhere far away. Three months had passed since we left the island. Three months since the helicopter carried us away. Three months since we thought our nightmare was finally over. Everyone kept telling us the same thing. You’re safe now. You’re home. You survived. But sometimes… I didn’t feel like I had escaped. Sometimes, I felt like the island had followed me. I looked around my room. Pictures lined my shelves. Books sat neatly on my desk. Everything was exactly how I had left it. Normal. Safe. But a part of me still expected to wake up on the beach again. I got out of bed and walked toward the window. Rain slid down the glass, blurring the streetlights outside. Storms were the hardest. They reminded me of that night. The waves. The thunder. The fear. The moment everything changed. The doctors said it was trauma. They said my brain was trying to process everything that happened. Maybe they were right. But there were things I couldn’t explain. Memories that didn’t feel complete. Questions that never went away. Especially one. Scarlett. I still remembered her before everything went wrong. The girl who laughed with us. The girl who sat beside us during those first terrifying nights. The girl who disappeared. The official reports said the explosion destroyed the remaining parts of the facility. Search teams found no evidence that Scarlett survived. No body. No answers. But every time I thought about her, something inside me whispered that the story wasn’t finished.

A Walk Through Memory Lane now has a sequel! Back on the island. Blurb: They escaped. They were rescued. They were finally home. Or so they thought. After surviving weeks trapped on a mysterious island with no memories of who they were, Alyssana, Jack, Emma, and Charles are trying to rebuild their lives. But nightmares refuse to fade, strange warnings begin to appear, and someone they believed was dead has been watching from the shadows. When a violent storm strands them on the island once again, they discover they're not alone. Four new survivors—Marlon, Bohdi, Summer, and Ari—have their own secrets, fears, and reasons to survive. As friendships form, jealousies grow, and loyalties are tested, love becomes just as dangerous as the island itself. With Scarlett's revenge drawing closer, the two groups must decide whether to trust one another... or let their differences tear them apart. Because this island remembers everything. And this time... It isn't letting anyone leave.

Chapter 3: The Research Expedition I stared at the name written on the back of the photograph. Scarlett. The letters seemed to blur as I read them again and again. A name. A person. Someone who had been on the island with us. Someone we didn’t remember. “Who is Scarlett?” Jack asked quietly. I looked up. His expression was serious, but I could see the same confusion I felt. “I don’t know.” And that scared me. Because how could there be someone else? How could we have survived that island and forgotten an entire person? I brought the picture to the others the next morning. Emma was the first to react. Her face went pale. “I don’t remember her.” Charles took the photo from my hands and studied it closely. “She wasn’t in any of the pictures we found before.” Jack looked at the image for a long time. Then he shook his head. “Something’s wrong.” “What do you mean?” Emma asked. He pointed at the picture. “Look at us.” We all leaned closer. The four of us were standing together. Alyssana. Jack. Emma. Charles. But behind us, almost hidden between the trees, was a fifth person. Scarlett. “She was there,” Jack whispered. A cold feeling moved through me. “She was watching us.” Nobody answered. Because we were all thinking the same thing. If Scarlett was alive… Where had she been? And why did she wait until now to show herself? For the next few days, we tried to return to normal. We went back to school. We saw our families. We tried to pretend our lives hadn’t changed forever. But normal didn’t feel normal anymore. The smallest things reminded me of the island. The sound of rain against my window. The smell of the ocean. The feeling of being watched when I was alone. And then the letters started. At first, we thought it was a joke. A strange prank from someone who knew about our story. But the messages became more personal. The first one arrived at Jack’s house. You forgot what happened. The second arrived at Emma’s. She was never telling the truth. The third arrived at Charles’s.