My husband says I’m forgetting things.
At first, it was small.
A message I don’t remember sending. An appointment I don’t remember making. Days that seem to disappear without explanation.
Daniel says it’s stress. That I’ve been working too hard. That I need to take care of myself.
He’s the perfect husband. Attentive. Loving. Always watching.
But when I find prescriptions in my name for medication I’ve never taken… when doctors deny appointments he insists I attended… when the gaps in my memory start to follow a pattern—
I realise something is very wrong.
I’m not losing my mind.
I’m losing my memories.
And my husband knows exactly why.
A gripping psychological thriller about control, deception, and the terrifying question: what if the person you trust most is rewriting your reality?
