I thought we were best friends. But maybe I was wrong . . .

I get a text from Evan. Lily’s been attacked. Get here asap.

Lily is my old college roommate and my best friend. Her businessman husband Evan worships the ground she walks on.

Evan meets me at the hospital, a quiet sob wracking his body. He gives me a hug. For some reason it makes me uncomfortable.

Lily is in a coma, surrounded by beeping equipment, a tube emerging from her swollen, purple lips.

The police show me something. Photos they found scattered around Lily’s body. A woman showering, sleeping, undressing. Pictures of a woman with a man, her face blurred out.

It looks like me. But it can’t be.

Finalist for the Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense.

Please note that this book was previously published as Truth Truth Lie.