This was supposed to be the start of my new life.
I’m married to the man who sees me—who understands the face blindness that makes everyone else a stranger.
We’ve moved into a beautiful house. He’s building his dream studio. And for the first time in years, I almost feel safe.
Despite a few strange moments, I keep telling myself this is what happiness looks like.
There’s only one problem:
I think my husband is lying about everything.
And if I don’t figure out the truth soon,
I might not live long enough to remember what he really looks like.
