She Didn't See It Coming: A Novel - Softcover

Lapena, Shari

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0593832469 ISBN 13: 9780593832462

Verlag: Penguin Books, 2026

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An instant New York Times bestseller!

“Stunning. Fiendishly plotted with whiplash twists and turns — Shari Lapena is at the very top of her game here. [She Didn't See It Coming] might be my favorite yet!” —Lucy Foley

The new gripping novel from the New York Times bestselling author of The Couple Next Door

When a beloved wife and mother disappears, a luxurious condo building transforms into a potential crime scene, and the investigation begins: can the detectives find her before it's too late?

Bryden and Sam have it all: thriving careers, a smart apartment in a luxury condominium, supportive friends and a cherished daughter. The perfect life for the perfect couple.

Then Sam receives a call at his office. Bryden – working from home that day – has failed to collect their daughter from daycare. Arriving home with their little girl, he finds his wife’s car in the underground garage. Upstairs in their apartment her laptop is open on the table, her cell phone nearby, her keys in their usual place in the hall.

Except Bryden is nowhere to be seen. It’s as if she just walked out.

How can she have disappeared from her own home? And did she even leave the building at all?

With every minute that passes – and as questions swirl around their community – Bryden and Sam’s past seems a little less perfect, their condominium less safe, their friends, neighbors and relatives no longer quite so reliable . . .

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Shari Lapena is the multimillion-copy internationally bestselling author of the thrillers The Couple Next Door, A Stranger in the House, An Unwanted Guest, Someone We Know, The End of Her, Not a Happy Family, Everyone Here Is Lying, What Have You Done?, and She Didn’t See It Coming, which have all been New York Times, Sunday Times, and Globe and Mail bestsellers. Lapena’s books have been sold in forty territories around the world. She lives on a farm outside Toronto.

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Bryden encourages Clara to eat her breakfast of Cheerios and a banana. She needs to get Clara ready for day care. She's working from home today, Tuesday, at their condo in Buckingham Lake, because she has a lot to do, and she gets more done at home, away from distractions, than she does at the office. She's an accountant with a busy midsize firm on North Pearl, downtown, and they don't have a problem with it.

Her husband, Sam, enters the kitchen dressed for work, tightening his patterned silk tie. He kisses her on the cheek and heads for the coffee maker. He has his back to her, pouring out his coffee, when he asks, "What's on for today? You working from home?"

"Yes, I told you last night, remember?"

"Right." He turns around to face her and smiles. "And you're in your work-from-home outfit."

She laughs and looks down at her sweatshirt and yoga pants. "It's nice not to have to dress up for work once in a while."

He makes himself some toast and eats it sitting beside their daughter at the kitchen table, entertaining her with silly faces, making her laugh, while Bryden gathers everything together to get Clara ready.

Sam leaves the condo first. He's a portfolio manager with Kleinberg Wealth, and he's got an early meeting. Bryden picks up Clara and they have a group hug in the front foyer, and Sam and Bryden kiss each other goodbye before he puts on his coat. Bryden and Clara wave from the doorway as they watch him walk down the corridor and enter the elevator to go down to the underground parking garage, where he'll get in his car and make the fourteen-minute drive to his office downtown.

A few minutes later, Bryden gets in the elevator with Clara, descends to the parking garage, and buckles her daughter into her car seat in the Volvo to drive her to day care.


That afternoon, Sam Frost is in a meeting with a high-net-worth client. They’re sitting at a long table in front of glass windows with a panoramic view of the city, when Sam gets a signal through the glass wall from Connie that he’s wanted on the phone. He shakes his head at her. He turns his cell phone off during meetings for a reason. But she’s insistent, making faces and gesticulating at him. He excuses himself and leaves the room.

"What is so important that you have to interrupt my meeting?" he asks her.

"It's your daughter's day care."

"Is she all right?" he asks quickly.

"Yes, she's fine, but your wife hasn't picked her up."

He glances at his watch. It's 5:30. Bryden always picks Clara up at 5:00. "Seriously?"

"You'd better talk to them."

He follows her to reception and picks up the phone. "Sam Frost," he says.

"Mr. Frost, sorry to bother you, but Bryden hasn't been in to pick up Clara, and she's not answering her phone or texts."

"She's probably in her car on the way," he says. "Can you wait a little longer?"

"We're here for late pickup till six thirty. But someone must come get her by then."

He makes a mental calculation. "Look, if Bryden doesn't arrive there by six, I'll come get Clara. It's only a few minutes from here. But I'm sure she will get there any minute. I'll try to contact her."

"Thank you, Mr. Frost."

He hangs up the phone. Connie is looking at him.

"Everything all right?" she asks.

"I'm sure everything's fine," he says. "Something must have held Bryden up." He texts her. You okay? He watches his phone for a moment, but there's no reply. He calls her, but it goes directly to voicemail. "She must be in the car, running late," he says to Connie. He returns to his meeting, which soon comes to an end. When he hasn't been able to reach Bryden by six o'clock, he phones the day care. The director, Gwen, answers.

"We were just about to call you, Mr. Frost. Bryden still isn't here. I hope she's okay."

"I don't know what's happened to her," he says, allowing worry to creep into his voice. "But I'm leaving now. I'll be there soon."

He turns to Connie, who is hovering. "This is really odd. I've called and texted her, and the day care has too, and she's not answering. She should have got there by now." For good measure, he calls Bryden again while Connie stands by, but again, there's no answer. He leaves another message. "I'm really worried now, Bryden. Can you please get in touch? I'm going to pick up Clara."

Sam quickly leaves the office and drives as fast as he dares to the day care, which is located about midway between downtown and their condo in the northwest part of the small city. The first thing he does when he arrives is gather Clara up in his arms and smother her tearstained face with kisses until she giggles. Then he turns to Gwen, who has been waiting, and says, "I'm sorry, I don't know what's happened to Bryden. I'm sure there will be some simple explanation." Nothing like this has ever happened before. He puts his daughter down and takes her by the hand. "Let's go find Mommy, shall we?" They walk out of the day care as if nothing is wrong at all. It's important to act as normally as possible in front of his daughter, he thinks, even if things aren't normal at all.

They arrive home via the underground parking garage, and the first thing Sam sees is his wife's car sitting in its usual spot. He parks beside it. "Look. Mommy's car is here," he says to Clara. His voice sounds fake, with a forced optimism. He gets out of the car and glances quickly through the windows of his wife's Volvo, but the car is empty. Then he helps Clara out of her car seat.

They take the elevator from parking level 1B directly up to the eighth floor. The doors slide open, and Sam walks down the quiet corridor holding his daughter's hand. Their feet make no sound on the carpet; he can feel the thudding of his own heart.

When Sam opens the door, he spots Bryden's handbag on the small side table in the foyer beneath the mirror. It looks so familiar, so normal. He calls out her name as he closes the door behind them.

"Bryden?" There's no answer.

The foyer and short hall give way to the living room, a large, open space, with the dining room to the left. He sees his wife's computer sitting open on the dining-room table, where she likes to work. Her cell phone is resting beside it. He makes a hurried check of all the rooms, while three-year-old Clara follows him like an eager puppy. He pops his head in the kitchen, then checks the master bedroom and en suite bath, then Clara's room, the den, the other bathroom. Everything is undisturbed, just as it should be. The apartment is tidy, as it usually is. But there is no sign of Bryden. He rushes back to the dining room. His wife's computer is on but has gone into sleep mode. It looks like she's just stepped out for a moment.

Then he goes through the apartment again, more carefully. There's no note left on the fridge, or anywhere else. Clara is beginning to realize that something is really wrong.

"Where's Mommy?" she asks, her lower lip trembling, on the verge of tears.

"I don't know, sweetie, but I'm sure she'll be back soon. She probably had an appointment and I forgot I was supposed to pick you up. Silly Daddy. We will find her, I promise."

He scoops the little girl up in his arms and leaves the apartment and knocks on the door of unit 808, two doors down. He realizes he's practically hammering on the door and tells himself to calm down.

Angela Romano opens the door with a look of surprise. She takes in the sight of him with Clara in his arms, the troubled look on his face. "Sam, what is it?"

"Do you know where Bryden is?" he asks quickly.

"No. I got home about an hour ago. I haven't seen her."

"She didn't show up at the day care to get Clara. She's not home. I don't know where she is."

Clara begins to cry.

Now Angela looks...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Penguin Books
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2026
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0593832469
• ISBN 13: 9780593832462
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 368
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