pstrongMy family keep telling me I'm safe. But why don't I believe themstrongppbrppI stand at the very edge of the cliff face, looking at the roaring ocean below my feet. I'm in no danger, in fact my husband and his sister talk just feet away from me, watching my every move. They're worried I'm losing my mind, and I sense their nerves as they watch me looking down on the jagged rocks below.ppbrppBehind them sits our summer house. Apparently it's my favourite place in the world, not that I can remember. Since the car accident, I've struggled to recall a lot of important things in my life, like giving birth to my daughter, Violet, just days after the crash. Or my supposedly perfect marriage...ppbrppAs I stare at the huge expanse of blue below, I have a flashback to the day of the crash-an argument, my husband's face red with anger. Why is it so different to what everyone else is telling me about my life Beads of sweat gather on my neck.ppbrppIf my memory is true, my life and my children'