The Woman in the Window

by A.J. Finn

Time for that drink.

She drinks a lot on top of taking hella medicine How is she alive?

I’ve never seen this woman in my life.

This is crazyyyy 🤣

“It turns out your husband and your daughter are dead.”

Omg this just CRUSHED ME, omggggg

How can I explain? To anyone—to Little or Norelli, or to Alistair or Ethan, or to David, or even to Jane? I hear them; their voices echo inside me, outside me. I hear them when I’m overwhelmed by the pain of their absence, their loss—I can say it: their deaths. I hear them when I need someone to talk to. I hear them when I least expect it. “Guess who,” they’ll say, and I beam, and my heart sings. And I respond.

Ugh this breaks my heart. Poor Ana

“I guess you’re not the world’s best shrink.”

Omg Ethan you devious little bastard 😭

think I broke its leg, by the way. I’m sorry.”

A little psychopath

Omgggg