I came to look after his children. Now he says I’m his fiancée.

When I see the advert, I tell myself it’s the fresh start I need. Live-in nanny. A single father. Two young children. A remote farmhouse deep in the Peak District, far from everything I’ve lost.

My new employer Edward seems nice. He tries hard to be a good dad. The children warm to me. For the first time since my partner died, I begin to feel useful.

Then the snow comes. The roads close. The internet goes down.

And I wake with an injured ankle, a bandage around my head . . . and no memory of what happened.

Edward says I fell while we were hiking. He says the concussion has damaged my memory. He says I haven’t just arrived at his house.

I’ve been living here for months.

There’s an engagement ring on my finger. Photographs I don’t remember taking. And everyone in the house behaves as though Edward is telling the truth.

But I know who I am. So why does he think I belong to him?

A gripping, unputdownable psychological thriller perfect for fans of Freida McFadden, B.A. Paris, Shalini Boland and T.M. Logan