The Housewife

"There's no place like home"--That's what I tell myself as I pull another flawless meal from the oven. This perfect house on a quiet street was supposed to be my sanctuary, a place to recover. But everything changed the moment I saw that woman in the charity shop. She triggered something dark, buried deep within my memory ... Now I've started forgetting small things, like locking the front door. And bigger things, like remembering to pick my little girl up from nursery. I feel terrified every time I pass through a particular spot in our living room. And sometimes, when I'm alone, I'm sure I can hear a baby crying ... I think the woman in the shop knows what happened to me. But if I can't trust myself to believe she's real, who will?