Iain doesn’t remember what happened. Or at least, that’s what he tells himself.

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By day, Iain is holding things together—just. He’s a single dad navigating school runs, staff meetings, and sleepless nights. But beneath the surface, something is wrong. Time slips. Objects move. Memories fracture.

 

And as strange coincidences mount—lost time, flickers of déjà vu, a growing sense of dislocation—Iain begins to question the one thing he’s always relied on: his own mind.

 

Is he losing his grip on reality? Or is something older, darker, trying to claw its way through?

 

What begins as a mystery about a man who may have committed a crime he can’t recall becomes something darker: a portrait of masculinity shaped by trauma, secrecy, and the unbearable weight of expectation.

 

The Lies We Tell is a taut psychological thriller about a man haunted not just by what he may have done, but by the terrifying possibility that his version of reality is no longer reliable. As Iain’s world begins to distort—strangely, subtly, and then catastrophically—his struggle to be a good father collides with a deeper fear: that he may be becoming the kind of man he swore never to be.

 

Blending domestic noir with a supernatural edge, this is a story of fractured memory, inherited violence, and the stories we tell to keep the darkness at bay. For fans of The Babadook, The Machinist, and The Wasp Factory, The Lies We Tell is a chilling descent into the blurred lines between guilt, grief, and madness.