As I listened, something was screaming, it isn't true. The man I married was everything he appeared to be. He was real. But underneath the scream, another voice was growing in volume, a voice that said: Who was it you really knew? Who was it? Who?" Mary Reynolds has been a confirmed city person all her life, and had never envisioned herself owning a weekend country cottage. So it is with great surprise that she finds herself instantly captivated by Forest House, the getaway her husband, Geoffrey, discovered for them. They have barely begun to make Forest House their own when Geoffrey is found dead in the woods just beyond the house. From that portentous storm-swept evening onward, Mary develops a suspicion that her enigmatic husband had kept significant parts of his life concealed from her. But why? Left with a legacy of secrets and lies, she is determined to find out if the deep passion she was convinced they shared for each other was in fact a complete lie.
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