In a tale where love’s trust turned to dust, Catherine and her daughter, Lily, confront a web of lies, unraveling secrets hidden in the shadows of their own home. For years, my marriage was like navigating a ship through a stormy sea. Misunderstandings and quarrels were our daily weather, relentless and unforgiving. We seemed to be speaking different languages, each conversation a potential trigger for conflict. It wasn’t just the big issues that led to arguments, but also the trivial things — from how to load the dishwasher correctly to decisions on parenting our daughter. These squabbles painted our days with a tint of resentment and disappointment,