This book is about what happens when the present becomes unreliable. When the life you thought you were living – messy, difficult, but yours – suddenly fractures, and you're left grasping for proof that it was ever real at all. It's about the stories we tell ourselves to make sense of loss, and how those stories can become prisons of their own. About guilt that metastasises, about trust weaponised, about the ways the past doesn't simply haunt us – sometimes it swallows us whole
