The woman outside my door

Georgina tells herself that the fact that her seven-year-old son, Cody, has an imaginary friend is no big deal. Having just lost his grandmother, Georgina's mother, it's understandable that he would search for comfort in different ways. It's only when Cody's imaginary friend, New Granny, starts leaving signs behind--candy wrappers, mysterious phone calls--does Georgina suspect that there could be something more sinister going on. Trying desperately to convince her husband, Georgina searches for tangible proof beyond her maternal instinct. What if New Granny isn't imaginary at all? Or worse, what if Georgina is losing her mind (she has had mental problems before)? Heralded by Georgina's delve into Cody's imaginary world, first-time-author Ryan draws the reader into not only Georgina's terrifying journey to save her son, but also her marriage and her sanity. Georgina is a fierce, loyal narrator, and the reader won't be able to resist rooting for her success. Seasoned mystery lovers will recognize similarities to B. A. Paris' The Breakdown (2017), Mary Kubica's The Other Mrs. (2020), and A. J. Finn's The Woman in the Window (2018).

Dublin housewife Georgina, the heroine of Ryan's confident debut, is mourning her mother's recent death and is going through a rough patch in her marriage when her seven-year-old son, Cody, says he's made a new friend at the park, whom he calls New Granny. When Georgina expresses her concerns to her husband, Bren, he dismisses New Granny as an imaginary friend Cody has created to deal with the grief of losing his real grandmother, and suggests Georgina's own suffering is making her exaggerate the issue. As Cody and New Granny get closer, Georgina becomes certain someone is spying on her and her family. Then the vandalism and strange phone calls start. All the while, Bren continues to tell Georgina she's overreacting and needs to talk to a therapist. Ryan does a good job keeping the reader off balance, wondering whether Georgina is indeed going mad. The tension builds as long-held secrets are revealed, and Georgina proves that she'll stop at nothing to protect her child. Fans of psychological suspense will be satisfied. Agent: Marianne Gunn O'Connor, Marianne Gunn O'Connor Literary (Ireland). (Jan.)

Chapter One CHAPTER ONE DUBLIN, IRELAND, 2014 On that crisp January afternoon, the park lay silvery and deserted, coated in a thin layer of frost. The grass crunched under Georgina's feet as she followed shrieks of laughter to a cluster of evergreen bushes and trees. "Boys!" she called towards the bushes. "Out where I can see you, please!" Luke and Patrick, her son's friends, tumbled out first. They were giggling, faces flushed so pink Georgina doubted they felt the cold at all. "Come on, you two, back to the playground." They bolted off obediently. But Cody did not emerge. "Cody?" Georgina waited. Her breaths clouded the air. " Cody! " Of course her child would be the defiant one. Georgina sighed. "Cody, don't make me come in there and get you." Still nothing. Luke and Patrick had reached the playground. Their delighted screams echoed over the otherwise silent fields. A distant dog walker was the only other person in sight. "Cody!" Just as Georgina was about to push through the branches herself, the leaves shivered, and her son appeared. Her annoyance melted away in the face of that cheeky half smile. "Come on. Your friends are at the playground." She ruffled his muss of dark hair as they began to walk. He was sucking on a lollipop he hadn't had earlier. Georgina frowned. "Where did you get that?" Cody took the lollipop out of his mouth. "The old lady gave it to me." "What old lady?" "The old lady in the bushes." He popped it back in his mouth and made to run off after his friends. Georgina stopped him. "You were talking to an old lady in the bushes? Just now?" Cody nodded, impatient to be off. "Why would she give you a lollipop, Cody?" He shrugged. "She said she was my granny." The shiver that traveled down Georgina's spine had nothing to do with the cold. Each hair on the back of her neck stood up as if brushed by a spiderweb. "Cody," she said, when she trusted herself to speak, "that's not right. You know Granny is dead." " I know that," Cody said scornfully. " She said it. Can I go, Mom, please ?" Georgina nodded, too shaken to continue the conversation, and watched him tear off to the playground. She turned back towards the bushes. They were still. She looked around the park but could see no one. Even the dog walker had disappeared from sight. "Patrick, you're it!" Cody was screaming gleefully. "Catch me if you can, catch me if you can!" Georgina walked over to the thicket of bushes and trees. "Hello?" She took a step closer, then another, and tried peering through the leaves. But all she could see were tree trunks and darkness. Suddenly self-conscious, she backed away and cut a brisk path to the playground. "Cody," she asked, when she managed to pull him away from his friends, "where did the lollipop really come from?" "The lady. I told you." He wriggled out from under her grasp. "Cody, come on. You shouldn't make up--" But Cody was racing back to his friends. Georgina sat down on a bench. She said she was my granny. She wanted to cry. As of last year--July 4, a date now carved into Georgina's heart--Cody didn't have a grandmother. Bren's parents had passed away before Cody was born, but Georgina's mother had been a warm, wonderful presence in her grandson's first seven years of life. Now she wouldn't see his eighth birthday. Georgina wiped away a tear. She didn't know what would compel Cody to say such a thing, but it was upsetting; it was wrong. "Mom!" Cody was hanging upside down off the climbing frame. "Look at me, look at meee !" "I see you, sweetie!" Georgina forced a cheerful tone. She wished now that she hadn't agreed to this playdate, but it was too late. Luke's and Patrick's respective parents weren't picking them up until seven. Georgina felt tired at the thought. As they left the park, she looked back over her shoulder, across the icy fields to that lonely patch of trees--and again felt that soft spiderweb brush against the hairs on the back of her neck. Excerpted from The Woman Outside My Door by Rachel Ryan All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.