El instinto

Blythe no longer knows what is true and what is a lie: is she living the happy life she always wanted, with a perfect husband and angelic daughter? Or is he repeating the sordid story of his mother and his grandmother, marked by detachment and abuse? Is Fox, his husband, the ideal companion and father, or does he have a parallel life that takes him further from home every day? Is her daughter Violet a bright and complicated child who just wants her mother to pay more attention to her, or is she evil from birth? It depends on the moment and how she looks at herself, everything and nothing can seem true or seem like a trap.