On our second wedding anniversary, I found a photograph of my husband with another woman. She was wearing my necklace. When I asked Adrian who she was, his answer shattered my world. “Her name is Evelyn. She was my wife.” But Evelyn is supposed to be dead. Then I discover photographs of Evelyn and me together, medical records from a night I can’t remember, and a warning telling me not to trust my husband. Just when I think I’ve uncovered the truth, Evelyn calls me. She’s alive. And she knows why I forgot. I was there the night she disappeared.