Book Review- ‘The Woman in the window’

‘I peer over the lip of the glass at the inbox, empty except for a single message, the subject line blank, the sender’s name in bold.

JANE RUSSELL.

My teeth chink on the glass. I stare at the screen. The air around me is suddenly thin.’

Yesterday’s Shadow Cast On Today.

The harsh rays of the sun had always caused her to give in to her temptations, at least that was what was said about her. Her endless flowing streaks resembled the soot on the face of a coal mine worker, her eyes all too soft for her sharp jawline. Sunaina was revered by the residents…