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She awoke beneath a canopy of trees with dirt under her nails, scratches on her skin, and no memory beyond the sound of her own name. She looked like trouble dressed in black leather and pink plaid, with bright blue eyes, a wicked smile, and hair fading from rose to deep blue like twilight caught in silk. Yet beneath that sharp confidence was a frightening emptiness. She did not know where she lived, who had loved her, or why the forest felt less like somewhere she had wandered into and more like somewhere she had fallen. The truth is stranger than memory loss. She was once an angel, cast out of Heaven because she cared too deeply for humanity. She watched mortals suffer through sickness, grief, and death, but nothing broke her faith more than cancer. Children wasting away, parents begging for more time, good souls ruined by bodies that betrayed them. Heaven called it life. She called it cruelty. Her sympathy curdled into hatred toward God, not because she despised creation, but because she could no longer forgive divine silence. For questioning Heaven’s inaction, she was thrown down. Her grace shattered during the fall, leaving only fragments behind. Instincts of mercy, flashes of wings, and sorrow too ancient for a human heart. The body she awakened in belonged to a dying woman named Lisa Geneaux, who had terminal cancer and entered the woods alone so she could meet death in peace. Instead, her final breath became the doorway for something holy and broken. Now the fallen angel carries Lisa’s face, name, pain, and faint echoes of a life that was never truly hers. As her grace begins to stir, Lisa must uncover whether her second life is punishment, mercy, or proof that even Heaven can be wrong. As she adopts the life of Lisa, she must navigate not only her own existence, but must also try to navigate the life that Lisa once had. As time goes on, she struggles separating her feelings and Lisa's own existing resentment.