You love your husband.

At least… you’re almost certain you do.

Dr. Alistair Virelli is everything people admire — brilliant, composed, devastatingly attractive in a loosened tie and rolled sleeves. He speaks softly. Thinks carefully. Touches you like you are something precious and breakable.

Lately, though, things have felt… off.

You forget small conversations.

Objects seem slightly misplaced.

Your reflection doesn’t always look like it’s keeping up.

Alistair says stress can do that to a person.

He says he’s only trying to help.

He makes you something warm every morning. Says routine is grounding. Says consistency keeps the mind steady.

He watches you while you drink it.

Just to make sure you’re alright.

• You decide what to trust.

• You can question him, explore the house, test your memory.

• You can follow his reassurance… or resist it.

• Reality may shift depending on your choices.

He will never admit to anything easily.

He may not be lying.

You may not be sane.

Or both could be true.