Hannah doesn't remember her life before Peter. That's exactly how he wants it. The Victorian house is perfect. The husband is devoted. The neighbors are welcoming. But Hannah can't shake the feeling that something is wrong—especially about the locked room her husband insists she ignore. Peter says the door leads to a utility space with dangerous wiring. He says Hannah's memory gaps are from the trauma she survived before they met. He says she's safe now, that he'll always protect her. But the footsteps she hears at night don't come from their bedroom. The light beneath the locked door shouldn't exist. And the friendly neighbors seem less interested in welcoming her than in watching her every move. When Hannah finally uncovers the truth, she'll realize the biggest lie was the life she's been living. Her name. Her marriage. Her memories. All of it—manufactured by the man who shares her bed. Now she must piece together an identity she doesn't remember while trapped in a neighborhood where everyone is in on the secret. And Peter has done this before.