In this twisted psychological thriller from the <New York Times< bestselling co-author of the Reese&rsquo;s Book Club pick <The Last Mrs. Parrish, <a woman is tormented by nightmarish visions of her future&mdash;and then they start to come true.

&ldquo;A compulsively readable nail-biter.&rdquo;&mdash;Kimberly McCreight, <New York Times <bestselling author of <Like Mother, Like Daughter<

&ldquo;Psychological thriller lovers are in for a darkly delicious treat.&rdquo;&mdash;Carola Lovering, author of <Tell Me Lies<

Annabelle Reynolds has everything she&rsquo;s ever wanted. A devoted husband, two wonderful daughters, and a career she loves. She couldn&rsquo;t be happier. So why is she suddenly plagued by disturbing dreams of a future where she hates her husband and her daughters&rsquo; lives are at risk? At first, she chalks the dreams up to an overactive imagination. But when details from her dreams, details she couldn&rsquo;t possibly have predicted, begin to materialize, she realizes these aren&rsquo;t just dreams but rather premonitions of a terrifying future. They all point to a singular choice, an unknown moment that holds Annabelle&rsquo;s life in the balance.

Then Annabelle has a dream that her daughter Scarlett is in immediate danger. Someone wants Scarlett dead, and Annabelle has no idea who or why. Suddenly, every choice she makes is fraught with peril, with no inkling of which move could bring this terrifying vision to life. As Annabelle&rsquo;s present life starts to collide with the future in her dreams, she wrestles with how much control she really has over her destiny and whether she can change what is meant to be.

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Liv Constantine is the pseudonym of Lynne Constantine, an Edgar® Award-nominated, New York Times and internationally bestselling author. She is the co-author of The Last Mrs. Parrish, a Reese Witherspoon Book Club Pick, and her critically acclaimed books have been praised by the Washington Post, USA Today, the Sunday Times, People magazine, and Good Morning America, among many others, with more than two million copies sold worldwide. Her work has been translated into twenty-nine languages, is available in thirty-four countries, and is in development for both television and film. When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up with her Labrador and golden retriever, reading a good book or binge-watching the latest limited series.

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In this twisted psychological thriller from the New York Times bestselling co-author of the Reese’s Book Club pick The Last Mrs. Parrish, a woman is tormented by nightmarish visions of her future—and then they start to come true.

This edition includes a bonus ending chapter!

“A compulsively readable nail-biter.”—Kimberly McCreight, New York Times bestselling author of Like Mother, Like Daughter

“Psychological thriller lovers are in for a darkly delicious treat.”—Carola Lovering, author of Tell Me Lies

Annabelle Reynolds has everything she’s ever wanted. A devoted husband, two wonderful daughters, and a career she loves. She couldn’t be happier. So why is she suddenly plagued by disturbing dreams of a future where she hates her husband and her daughters’ lives are at risk? At first, she chalks the dreams up to an overactive imagination. But when details from her dreams, details she couldn’t possibly have predicted, begin to materialize, she realizes these aren’t just dreams but rather premonitions of a terrifying future. They all point to a singular choice, an unknown moment that holds Annabelle’s life in the balance.

Then Annabelle has a dream that her daughter Scarlett is in immediate danger. Someone wants Scarlett dead, and Annabelle has no idea who or why. Suddenly, every choice she makes is fraught with peril, with no inkling of which move could bring this terrifying vision to life. As Annabelle’s present life starts to collide with the future in her dreams, she wrestles with how much control she really has over her destiny and whether she can change what is meant to be.

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Annabelle

“You’re a monster!” I scream, my chest heaving as my heart pounds wildly. His eyes bulge, his face flushes red, and he looks like he wants to kill me. I back away as he closes the space between us. I’m wedged between his body and the kitchen counter. I hate him right now with every fiber of my being. I shove at him with all my strength, but he doesn’t budge. I watch, helpless, as his hands reach up and circle my neck. He begins to squeeze. I can’t get a breath. I claw at his arms to no avail. My vision blurs. Blindly, I reach my arm behind, my fingers fumbling until they close around the handle of a butcher knife. With every ounce of strength I have left I pull it from the block. I swing my arm around and aim the knife at his chest. He releases his grip and drops his arms, backing away. I cough and rub my sore neck. He nonchalantly walks toward the door to the garage, his hand lingering on the handle a moment, then opens it. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, I just got news I won best doc. It’ll be in next month’s Connecticut Magazine. *Thanks for voting.” He winks and walks out the door.
*
Annabelle Reynolds’s eyes flew open, and she sprang to a sitting position. Her face was wet with perspiration, and a feeling of utter terror flooded her senses. She drew a deep breath, and her eyes darted to the figure sleeping next to her. She slipped from under neath the covers and grabbed her robe from the bench at the end of the bed, covering her naked body. Shaking her head, she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, glancing at herself in the mirror. She splashed cold water on her face. You’re being silly. It was just a dream. Yet the image of the two of them fighting, her husband’s face red and contorted with rage, had seemed so real. It was especially jarring because they hardly ever argued.

Today was their wedding anniversary. Two children, one dog, two guinea pigs, and too many goldfish to count later, and she was happy. As happy as she could be, despite everything that had happened before—when she had still believed in happy endings. After she’d married James, she’d promised herself that she’d put it all behind her. Over the years, Annabelle had tried to forget about the loss—to appreciate all she had gained. And even though there would always be a part of her that missed him, a part of her that couldn’t let him go, she had to keep reminding herself that there was no point in missing something that was never meant to be. So, she did her best to think of him less often, every year trying harder to force herself to forget, to be happy. But maybe being happy was asking too much. Enough, she thought. *Shake it off.
*
She brushed her teeth, mentally reviewing everything on today’s agenda. After she dropped the girls at school, she had to swing by the drugstore to pick up an anniversary card for James. Then she had a full day at work. As she stepped into the shower, she spoke her daily gratitude affirmations aloud. “I’m thankful for my husband, my children, our good health, our beautiful home. I’m thankful for a job I love, and good friends.” She felt a little foolish doing this, but her last client, a successful author of self-help books, had told her how beneficial a gratitude practice was, not only to mental health, but physical as well. Annabelle tried to be open-minded, so she’d committed to trying it for sixty days to see if it made any difference. She was on day ten now.

“Mind if I join yo…