Inaudible

At four minutes and eleven seconds, the client describes her kitchen.

Jess Lindahl types other people's secrets for a living. From a back bedroom in Duluth, Minnesota, she transcribes a therapist's sessions: anonymous clients, coded files, voices she will never put a face to.

Until Client M-14.

He talks about his wife. The cracked blue tile behind her stove. The cat asleep on the radiator. The pier she walks out to every December, on the anniversary of her sister's drowning. He speaks in a low, careful voice that sounds almost exactly like her husband's.

And he doesn't think she'll be here by Christmas.

Jess should flag the file and move on. But her husband has been lying about where he goes on Tuesday nights. The scarf she hid seven years ago has vanished from her closet, and then turns up hanging by her front door. And the man in the recording knows the one thing she has never told anyone: what really happened on the pier the night her sister died.

As the anniversary closes in, Jess has to decide whose voice to believe. Including her own.

Inaudible is a tense, atmospheric psychological thriller novella (about 30,000 words, a one- or two-sitting read) for readers who love unreliable narrators, marriages full of secrets, and a final twist that changes everything you thought you heard.