The first note is waiting on the kitchen table.
You forgot to lock the bedroom window.
He knows he locked it.
Then another appears.
Don't answer the phone tonight.
The notes keep coming. They predict things he hasn't done, reveal memories he doesn't remember, and lead him toward a blue house he has never seen but somehow recognizes.
Then his dead brother speaks to him.
Then he finds photographs of himself that were taken before he was born.
And slowly, one terrifying possibility begins to emerge:
Perhaps his memories are not memories at all.
Perhaps someone has been leaving him clues.
Perhaps someone has been trying to make him remember.
And perhaps the person who knows the truth about his life is the one person he should never have trusted.
Because there is something he has forgotten.
Something so terrible that his own mind chose to hide it from him.
And when you finally remember what happened, you may wish you hadn't.