Laura's life was finally good. She'd freed herself from the clutches of an abusive partner, left an unrewarding career as an interior designer to follow her dreams of becoming a writer, and was finally happy.

And things were only getting better. Her very first novel had struck a chord with readers and become a bestseller, but when the murder she'd described in its pages suddenly gets played out in real life, with her beloved husband as the victim, it is obvious to her that she looks guilty, despite having an alibi that would have been difficult to fake.

As the investigation proceeds, with little or no progress being made, bizarre happenings in the security-protected home she'd shared with her husband have her questioning her own sanity, despite the reassurance of her therapist. Could she have murdered the first man to ever make her feel truly loved and secure and then just .

. .

forgotten somehow? Surely not. But as even more troubling events come to light, with no logical explanation besides her own guilt, she finds herself questioning everything she knows to be true .

. .

including her own innocence. .