When a woman starts having dreams that seem to foreshadow future events, she also begins to unravel a dark family secret.
Annabelle Reynolds has all the trappings of a happy, successful life: a handsome, solicitous neurologist husband; two beautiful daughters; a thriving career in media communications; a big, beautiful house in the most desirable part of town. So, when she wakes from a terrible nightmare in which her husband is choking and threatening her, she chalks it up to an overactive imagination. But soon there is another nightmare about a very specific plane crashing—and this one comes true. Could she be psychic? Her husband, James, is not only skeptical, he is downright dismissive. But Annabelle can’t lose the feeling of dread that bad things are coming. Of course, there are cracks in the facade of her perfect life, anyway: Her older daughter is texting with someone she met online, hoping to meet up with him IRL, and Annabelle herself hides a private grief. When she dreams of a handsome stranger who then becomes her next client, she realizes that, whatever the origin, her dreams are true signposts that something is wrong—in her past, in her marriage, and, possibly, with her children. Most of the chapters are told from Annabelle’s point of view, either in the present or in a time labeled “Before,” but occasionally there is a short interlude in the voice of “The Wife.” Whose wife? And what’s up with the husband she is so closely investigating? Despite a bit of mustache-twirling once the villain is revealed, the complex characters plus the hint of supernatural prophecy put a new spin on domestic thriller tropes. Women, Constantine roars, believe your instincts!
A tension-ramping nail-biter of a novel.