I'm getting delusional listening to all of you talk about being delusional.
Anyway, here's the latest version.
Lily Russell has a problem with letting her imagination run away with her. It’s cost her jobs, friendships and come close to costing her sanity. One of her fantasies is to dance at the Royal Ballet. Her jealous former lover Jeremy tries to weasel his way back into her life by fueling that fantasy, telling her he can get her an audition. Lily’s tempted but wary. Jeremy’s conniving, at times violent and can disappear for months at a time without a word. And he’s so not happy when Lily starts seeing a boxer named Edmund, who opens doors for her, pulls out chairs and calls when he says he will.
When Edmund goes down in the first round of a prize fight and dies, the astonished medical examiner discovers that a vicious left hook wasn't the fatal blow. The reason he fought so poorly was because someone laced his traditional pre-fight meal with massive amounts of Codeine. What's more, Lily has a big bottle of Codeine on her kitchen counter.
Lily knows Jeremy’s the killer, but when she tells the police and they investigate, they can find no trace Jeremy even exists.
Lily panics and runs. Only one thing can save her—finding Jeremy before the police find her. But his friends deny knowing him, he has no family and there’s nothing about him online. Now even she’s beginning to wonder if he’s real or she imagined him.