My husband thinks he knows everything about me.

He's wrong.

After eleven years of marriage, he still doesn't know what I've been hiding. He knows how I take my coffee. He knows which side of the bed I sleep on. He knows exactly what I'll say before I say it. At least, that's what he believes.

When a woman connected to his past is found dead, detectives arrive at our door with questions neither of us wants to answer. Now the cracks in our marriage are becoming impossible to hide.
Because secrets have a way of resurfacing. And the truth is far more dangerous than anyone realizes. Because every marriage has secrets.
Mine has been keeping score.

A dark and addictive domestic psychological thriller about marriage, control, deception, and the consequences of being underestimated.