I’m a single mom. I provide for my little girl by selling people their dream homes. But one moment will shatter everything I’ve built.
It’s my daughter’s first day of kindergarten and she’s a bubble of excitement as I drop her off. All I can think about is how our little life is finally on track.
But then I bump into an old friend at the school gates. She tells me that my college boyfriend Brad Dowling has woken up from his coma after five years.
No one ever thought he’d wake up — least of all me.
In fact, I built my life around believing he was never coming back. That I was safe.
One way or another, my carefully constructed, mostly stable life is about to fall apart.
And then I get a text: I know what you did. Murderer.