It isn’t paranoia if it’s really happening . . .

Anna Fox lives alone—a recluse in her New York City home, unable to venture outside. She spends her day drinking wine (maybe too much), watching old movies, recalling happier times . . . and spying on her neighbors.

Then the Russells move into the house across the way: a father, a mother, their teenage son. The perfect family. But when Anna, gazing out her window one night, sees something she shouldn’t, her world begins to crumble—and its shocking secrets are laid bare.

What is real? What is imagined? Who is in danger? Who is in control? In this diabolically gripping thriller, no one—and nothing—is what it seems.

I couldn't resist this one at the April Bris BC meet. Going onto Mt TBR... better not let it languish for too long though! Thanks for sharing Wombles :)

An interesting read with a few twists and turns. This book is on the swap shelf in the office of the holiday park, where I had a lovely time exploring Roma.
Thank you for sharing, I hope the next reader enjoys this one too :)