When your whole life becomes one big lie... The night my mum disappeared, after a panicked 3am phonecall, I knew something was wrong. The police tried to reassure me. There had to be a logical explanation they said -- perhaps she's taking a break after the tragic death of my father. But I know my mum. Or do I? She would never leave without telling me. Or would she? The harder I look, the more I discover deep, dark family secrets I was not privy too. Worrying secrets I was never meant to know. Which means my parents have lied to me my whole life. But why? Who can I turn too? Trust? Were they scared of something in their past? Or were they trying to protect me? Has mum gone of her own free will? Or has someone taken her?