The Woman in Seat 13: An absolutely addictive psychological thriller with a shocking twist

When I spot I’m in row 13 on the flight, I barely notice. I’m not superstitious. But then I am offered the window seat by a stranger with melting brown eyes and no wedding ring. As we begin to chat, I find myself drawn to him. I never imagined that just half an hour later, I’d be clutching his hand, passengers screaming around us as our plane plummets terrifyingly through the night sky… Months later I’m trying to make a fresh start as the only survivor of the crash. My brand-new apartment should feel like a haven for me but I’m still jumping at every noise, frightened to confide in my new neighbors. My therapist tells me this is normal, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m not alone in my new home. Then the notes begin. Notes that say it should have been you. You weren’t meant to survive. I think back to the stranger on the plane, who seemed to be just a nice, uncomplicated man. I remember his last words, lost under the roar of the failing engines. ‘There’s something I need to tell you. Look out for—’ If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be alive.