Two truths, one lie:

“I’ve never seen Harry Potter.

I once stole a bike.

I once killed a man.”

Everyone laughs when my husband says it. Everyone except me. Because I see something in his eyes — cold. Certain. True. It’s just a party game. Hazel’s alligator. My oldest friend’s love life. My skydiving story. Then Brad’s turn — and three sentences that rip my world apart. After that night, nothing feels right. His study door locked. His temper short. A name I don’t recognise on his phone. And the feeling that someone is watching me.

I tell myself I’m imagining it — that grief, wine and guilt are twisting my mind again. But what if I’m not?

What if my husband’s “lie” wasn’t a lie at all?

He said it was a game. I think it was a confession.

A chilling, compulsive psychological thriller that will have you questioning everything and everyone. Perfect for fans of Lisa Jewell, Freida McFadden, Sue Watson and Daniel Hurst.