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In this timely and provocative novel, internationally bestselling author Sarah Pekkanen takes us inside a family in crisis and a marriage on the brink after a tragic shooting.
How far would you go to save your family?
Every morning, as her husband Mike straps on his SIG Sauer and pulls on his heavy Magnum boots, Jamie Anderson tenses up. Then comes the call she has always dreaded: There’s been a shooting at police headquarters. Mike isn’t hurt, but his long-time partner is grievously injured. As weeks pass and her husband’s insomnia and disconnectedness mount, Jamie realizes he is an invisible casualty of the attack. Then the phone rings again. Another shooting—but this time Mike has pulled the trigger.
But the shooting does more than just alter Jamie’s world. It’s about to change everything for two other women. Christie Simmons, Mike’s flamboyant ex, sees the tragedy as an opportunity for a second chance with Mike. And Jamie’s younger sister, Lou, must face her own losses to help the big sister who raised her. As the press descends and public cries of police brutality swell, Jamie tries desperately to hold together her family, no matter what it takes.
In her characteristic exploration of true-to-life relationships, Sarah Pekkanen has written a complex, compelling, and openhearted novel—her best yet.
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Praise for THINGS YOU WON'T SAY:
"Gripping reading" (People)
"A standout among standouts." (Glamour on Things You Won't Say)
"A gripping story of racial profiling, PTSD, and the threads that hold people together. You'll forget it's fiction." (Marie Claire on THINGS YOU WON'T SAY)
"Fantastic and realistic." (Examiner.com)
"Pekkanen tackles a timely topic." (Booklist)
“Pekkanen reliably builds strong, interesting characters.” (Kirkus Reviews)
Praise for Sarah Pekkanen:
"Sarah Pekkanen writes with wit and warmth and a deep understanding of the way women—mothers, daughters, sisters, friends—make a place for themselves in the world." (Jennifer Weiner #1 New York Times bestselling author)
“Ultimately, Pekkanen shows that relationships of any kind take work, expression of love, and the willingness to take risks in order to save them.” (New York Journal of Books)
"Smart and soulful, Pekkanen explores the place where self and sisterhood intersect." (Redbook)
"Pekkanen's wry voice and engaging characters keeps things fresh." (People)
“Pekkanen offers a conversational writing style and a knack for making readers care about her characters." (Washington Post)
"Sarah Pekkanen is one of my favorite authors of women's fiction." (Lisa Scottoline New York Times bestselling author)
“Internationally best-selling Pekkanen writes novels that offer thoughtful examinations of how the past shapes adult relationships and the differences between men and women." (Booklist)
"Fresh, appealing...the story is at turns funny and poignant." (Booklist)
“Many of the interwoven story lines are finely wrought, and the book as a whole is compelling.” (Booklist)
"Will grip readers. 5 stars." (Examiner.com)
"Pekkanen weaves a satisfying tale of the nuances of marriage and duty and how small kindnesses can reestablish the bonds of family after an estrangement." (People)
"Once again, Pekkanen delivers relatable characters and story lines, showcasing the strength and perseverance required to make relationships work. This is an entertaining and emotional read for fans of contemporary women's fiction” (Library Journal)
“Internationally best-selling Pekkanen writes novels that offer thoughtful examinations of how the past shapes adult relationships and the differences between men and women. Many of the interwoven story lines are finely wrought, and the book as a whole is compelling.” (Booklist)
“Pekkanen sparkles with her latest, a touching tale of college friends whose happily ever afters aren’t as perfect as they might have once expected. Lovably flawed, realistic characters and a fast-paced story make this a deeply enjoyable page-turner.” (Publishers Weekly (starred review))
"It's just the book to banish the last of your winter blues." (People, 3.5 out of 4 stars)
"Reading this BFF-getaway-gone-wrong novel is like vacay without leaving the couch." (Glamour)
"Pekkanen is deft at finding each woman's voice, displaying all sides of eventual conflicts. Her strong narrative pulls the reader steadily through the book, with tension mounting as the weather worsens...a solid entry in the "women's fiction" genre." (Library Journal)
"A perfect beach read, it's also a perfect weekend book. Get out a few chocolates and a glass of wine and prepare to make some new friends." (Examiner.com)
"Sarah Pekkanen's latest celebrates the healing power of female friendship for three very different young women sharing a New York City apartment. At turns bittersweet, laugh-out-loud funny, and painfully real, you'll wish you could move in with these girls." (Jodi Picoult #1 New York Times bestselling author)
“Pekkanen offers a conversational writing style and a knack for making readers care about her characters… a refreshing look at the importance of female friendship.” (Washington Post)
"Within a few pages, you'll find yourself emotionally invested." (Entertainment Weekly)
"A pleasure." (People)
"A compelling and satisfying read...highly recommended." (Library Journal (starred review))
"Heartbreaking and familiar." (People)
"Sarah Pekkanen is one of my favorite authors of women's fiction, and I was engrossed in CATCHING AIR from start to finish." (Lisa Scottoline New York Times bestselling author)
"Original and engaging." (Emily Giffin New York Times bestselling author)
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Part One
Chapter One
AS SHE APPROACHED THE traffic light, Jamie Anderson prayed it would stay green. She pushed harder on the gas, edging the speedometer’s needle as high as she dared—which wasn’t very high, because she was a cop’s wife and police headquarters was a dozen yards away. Just when she thought she’d make it through the intersection, a slow-moving Toyota cut in front of her, forcing her to hit her brakes. The stoplight blinked yellow, then red.
Jamie held her breath. Don’t look, she warned herself, even as she felt her gaze being yanked to the right, toward the section of sidewalk that had recently been cordoned off with crime-scene tape. The sidewalk had been scrubbed clean, but she wondered if the dark stains still showed up close.
Her three-year-old daughter’s high voice piped up from the backseat: “Pizza?”
“What? No, not today,” Jamie said. She gripped the steering wheel tightly. Why was the light taking so long?
“Pizza, please!” Eloise said, her little-girl lisp turning the l into a w.
“Maybe later,” Jamie said.
Her husband, Mike, would be returning to this exact spot tomorrow, wearing his dark blue uniform and Magnum boots and heavy patrolman’s belt. For the first time, though, his silver badge would be crossed by a black ribbon.
A blaring horn jolted Jamie and she pressed the gas pedal again. Being here was wrenching for her. How much worse would it be for Mike to return to the spot where his longtime partner, Ritchie, and a young rookie officer had been shot two weeks ago by a lunatic with a grudge against cops?
But Mike would never quit. Early in their relationship, when they’d been trading stories about growing up, he’d told her that during recess at his elementary school, the boys had split up into two groups: the good guys and the bad guys. The other kids switched between characters, but never Mike. Even back then, he’d wanted to be the one to round up the criminals. It was why he’d turned down a chance at a promotion that would mean more desk work years ago. He loved patrolling the streets, talking to citizens, giving high fives to little kids. Keeping everyone in his little strip of the city safe.
“I hungry! I want pizza!” Eloise’s whining had crossed into wailing now.
“Okay, okay.” Jamie sighed, knowing she was probably violating a half dozen parenting rules but not particularly caring. She had a little extra time before she needed to pick up her eight-year-old, Sam, and six-year-old, Emily, at their elementary school anyway.
She put on her signal to turn left and stifled a yawn. Mike had endured another nightmare last night, thrashing around before he sat bolt upright and yelled something incoherent, awakening with all the sudden violence of a thunderclap. He’d been sweating and trembling, and she’d gotten up to bring him a glass of water when he said he didn’t feel like talking. Neither of them had been able to fall back asleep. Now it was barely two-thirty, and she was exhausted, her feet hot and sore from racing around after Eloise at the playground all morning. She had a trunkful of groceries to unpack before driving Sam to soccer practice, then there would be homework to supervise, lunch boxes to clean out and refill, a dishwasher to unload, the living room to reassemble before the tornado of kids struck again . . . plus her sister, Lou, had left two messages today. Something would have to give, and it might as well be a home-cooked dinner. She’d pick up a couple of pizzas now, give the kids a slice each for an after-school snack, and reheat the rest tonight.
Belatedly realizing she’d achieved victory, Eloise stopped mid-shriek. A future actress, Jamie thought. Or an opera singer, given the notes Eloise hit when she was upset.
Jamie found a parking spot near the entrance of their favorite carryout and unbuckled Eloise from her car seat. She ordered a salad for herself even though she knew she’d end up scarfing a few cheesy pieces from the two large pies she was buying, then she grabbed a Diet Coke from the refrigerated case. She needed caffeine. She needed a housekeeper, a cook, and a part-time driver more, but her budget covered only the soda. She was stretching out her hand to accept her change from the cashier when she heard someone call her name.
She turned around to see a slim woman with chestnut-colored hair who was dressed in black spandex and expensive-looking running shoes. Jamie had on athletic gear, too, but her outfit was chosen only because all her Old Navy T-shirts and shorts—her warm-weather uniform—were entangled in an overflowing laundry basket.
It took Jamie a moment to place the face: another mom from the elementary school. She should know the woman’s name; they’d met at a half dozen holiday performances and field trips through the years.
“Hi!” Jamie said, injecting enthusiasm into her tone to make up for her memory lapse.
“It’s so good to see you,” the woman said, moving closer and reaching out to grip Jamie’s forearm. “How are you?”
The woman was wearing what Jamie had come to think of as a sympathy face: creased forehead, jutting chin, and wide, inquisitive eyes.
“Fine, thanks,” Jamie said, pulling her arm away and ignoring the woman’s unspoken questions. “Eloise, that’s enough napkins. Stop pulling them out, honey.”
“It was so terrifying to hear the news,” the woman continued. She clutched her chest. “In the middle of the day! I mean, you’d think a police station would be the safest place in the world!”
“Yes, well . . . some people are crazy,” Jamie said.
“How is Mike doing?” the woman asked.
“He’s good,” Jamie said, keeping her tone neutral. No way was she going to reveal any personal information. The details would ricochet around the school via an informal gossip tree before her pizza was even out of the oven.
“Oh,” the woman said, seeming a little disappointed. “I mean, he was right there, wasn’t he? It could’ve been him!”
Enough. Jamie smiled tightly and reached for Eloise’s hand. “Come on, honey, we need to get Sam and Emily.”
“My pizza!” Eloise protested, dropping the napkins on the floor.
“We’re coming back for it,” Jamie said. She left the napkins, grabbed a peppermint from the jar by the cash register to appease her daughter, and rushed them both to the car, feeling the woman’s stare on her back.
Yes, Mike had been right there! Was that what the awful woman wanted, for Jamie to describe the scene she couldn’t stop thinking about?
Her cell phone ringing as she was driving to pick up the kids from school—just as she was now. Her hand reaching to hit the speakerphone button and turn down the radio. Mike’s voice gasping out terrible words: A man with a hunting rifle lying in wait outside headquarters. Two officers down. A rookie dead on the sidewalk. And Mike’s partner and best friend, Ritchie, unconscious and bleeding profusely from a head wound.
Jamie’s shaking hand took two tries to fit the key into the ignition.
“Ritchie was right ahead of me,” Mike had kept repeating. “I didn’t see the gun! The sun—it hit my eyes . . . Oh, God, I didn’t see the gun in time . . .”
The deranged man had been taken down by another officer who was leaving the same 7:00 A.M. to 3:00 P.M. shift. Later, all the newspapers had reported that in the pocket of the killer’s camouflage pants was a rambling note professing his hatred of police.
And now Mike hated himself.
Maybe he should talk to somebody, Jamie thought as she drove toward the school, knowing her husband would never do it. A police counselor had offered therapy sessions, and even suggested Mike start taking antidepressants right after the shooting.
“Crazy pills,” Mike had scoffed, rolling his dark eyes. Instead he’d tried to lose himself in punishing runs and endless biceps curls and push-ups. He changed the oil in the minivan and added new insulation in the attic. He visited Ritchie in the hospital’s ICU nearly every day. He drove Jamie and the kids to bring casseroles and salads to Ritchie’s wife, Sandy, and their twins, but while the women talked and the kids played, he mowed the lawn and trimmed the hedges. No matter how hard he tried to exhaust himself, though, the nightmares persisted, and with every passing day, Jamie felt as if her husband was withdrawing a bit more, an invisible casualty of the shooting.
Maybe she needed to talk to somebody, Jamie thought.
A housekeeper, a cook, a driver, and a therapist. She sighed. Who could afford any of it?
She pulled into the school pickup line and waited for Sam and Emily to emerge from the red-brick building. Tonight her teenage stepson, Henry, would be staying with them, too. Jamie adored Henry, but she hoped Mike’s old girlfriend, Christie, would stay in her car rather than come to the door during the exchange of her son, especially since Jamie’s dirty-blond hair was swept up in a messy ponytail and the swipes of mascara she’d put on this morning had long ago sweated off. Henry was the result of a brief fling between Christie and Mike a couple of years before Jamie met Mike. By the time Christie discovered she was pregnant, she and Mike had been on the verge of breaking up. They’d decided to have the baby anyway, and split custody. Against all odds, it had all worked out. Henry was a terrific boy, kindhearted and smart, and even though drama stuck to Christie like a shadow, everyone was on friendly terms. Friendly enough, anyway. At least most of the time.
“Hi, guys,” Jamie said as her older two piled into the minivan. “How was school?”
“Boring,” Emily answered, flouncing into her seat with a long-suffering sigh. Six years old going on Katy Perry was how Mike always described her.
“I’m starving,” Sam said.
“We’re picking up pizza in a minute,” Jamie said as she pulled back onto the road. She hoped the nosy woman had left the carryout. She couldn’t bear another round of questions, especially not in front of the kids, who’d spent so much time with Ritchie and his family. Sometimes Jamie had teased Mike about wanting to socialize with them on weekends. Didn’t the two men see each other enough?
Mike and Ritchie were as close as twin brothers, although they looked nothing alike. Ritchie was tall and thin, with horn-rimmed glasses and a prematurely graying Afro; Mike was short and muscular, with wavy dark brown hair. Each knew how the other took his coffee, what his opinion was on mayo versus mustard, and how he reacted in times of stress or boredom or crisis. They even teased each other about reading the sports page on the john. They’d been teasing moments before the shooting, too.
Mike had been about to walk out the building’s heavy glass door. But instead, he’d pulled it open and nudged Ritchie in the shoulder.
“Ladies first,” he’d joked.
And Ritchie had stepped onto the sidewalk, into the bright sunlight, just ahead of Mike.
•••
It was probably a safe bet that there weren’t many people in the world whose dream job included cleaning up elephant dung, Lou reflected as she picked up a shovel and got to work.
But then again, how many people had the chance to walk through the tall metal gates of a zoo in the dawn of a lush summer day, listening to the calls and chatter of the tufted capuchin monkeys, or the bone-shaking roar of a Siberian tiger? Bearing witness as the zoo came alive was a transformative experience, one that became even more meaningful to Lou as she got to know the animals, to recognize their individual sounds and gauge their moods.
“Tabitha ate about a crate of sweet potatoes last night,” another keeper called as he hosed down the adjoining pen. The four Asian elephants were out in the yard, rolling around in mud, which was their morning ritual. The early June day promised to be another hot, sticky one, and the mud would protect the mammals’ skin—more evidence to Lou that when it came to common sense, elephants trumped humans any day. Take all the women who greased themselves up in search of a perfect tan and then, a few years later, injected chemicals into their faces in an effort to undo the damage. Which was the smarter species?
“I can tell Tabby binged,” Lou said, scooping up the last of the impressive mess. “But she lost fifty pounds last week, so she needs to put a little back on.” Especially since the great mammal was pregnant. Lou always watched her animals closely, but Tabby required extra attention these days.
“Any big plans for the weekend?” the keeper asked.
“Nope,” Lou said. She knew she was supposed to lob back the question, but she let it drop. Lou didn’t like chatting while she was working at the zoo—it interfered with her time with the animals, and small talk felt draining to her. Besides, she had to make enough of it at the coffee shop where she worked part-time as a barista to supplement her salary. She spent her mornings and early afternoons wiping down enclosures and weighing out food and making sure the elephants were happy. She spent three evenings a week wiping down counters and measuring out coffee grounds and making sure her customers were happy. She supposed there was a kind of symmetry to the services she provided.
Lou finished cleaning the pen, rinsing her boots last. They’d still stink badly enough that she’d have to leave them on the balcony of her apartment tonight, she knew from experience. She was immune to the smell, but she’d learned from the looks she’d received when she popped into CVS one day directly after work that not everyone was. Now she kept a spare pair of flip-flops in her car.
She’d been a full-time animal keeper for a few years, but it had been a long road to achieve her dream, inconveniently realized shortly after she’d graduated from college with a degree in accounting. She’d gone to night school to get another degree—this time in zoology—and had started volunteering on the side, knowing practical experience could be a deciding factor when her résumé was in the middle of a tall stack. First she’d worked for a local vet, then the ASPCA, and finally, she’d begun helping at the zoo. She’d given up her accounting job because the hours weren’t compatible with her volunteer work. Turning in her notice made a twenty-pound boulder she hadn’t realized she’d been carrying around drop off her shoulders. Lou wasn’t cut out to sit in a sterile office, willing the clock to hit 6:00 so she could feel alive. She had school loans she wouldn’t be able to repay for a couple of decades, her muscles constantly ached from the hard labor that accompanied her job, and she’d been bitten by a zebra, peed on by a giraffe, and hit on by a horny llama, among other indignities.
She’d never been happier.
Lou leaned on the handle of her shovel, watching as Bailey filled his trunk with water from the pool. Lou preferred the company of animals to just about anyone else’s, except maybe that of her sister, Jamie, and her family. Elephants were gorgeous, complex creatures with rich emotional lives. They cherished their young, communicated in rumbles that could be understood a mile away, and had personality quirks to rival any human’s. Take Bailey—he acted like a tough guy, but he was terrified of squirrels and cowered in a corner while they snacked on his food. Sasha was a scamp who liked to squirt the others with water, and Martha would meticulously mix her meals together, like she was making a salad—a bit of hay, a carrot, a few apple slices. Then there was Lou’s favorite: big, sweet Tabitha, the most utterly lovable creature on the planet. She hoped the baby had Tabby’s temperament. Give that girl a few words of praise and she was in heaven.
In a little while, Lou would let the elephants out to explore the more than five miles of trails that constituted their habitat. Lou knew other keepers loved their elephants just as much as she did, but she couldn’t bear to visit zoos that had inadequate spaces for elephants. The gentle, intelligent creatures needed plenty of room to roam. Here, she could place hay and vegetables in different locations every day, scattering meals throughout the exhibit and hiding the food, so the mammals could forage for it as they did in the wild. There were two pools—one for wading, and a deep one for swimming—and shady areas to rest. But the best spot was the back-scratching tree. The elephants loved to rub themselves against the low-hanging branches, and Lou could practically hear them sighing in relief.
Lou’s cell phone buzzed in her pocket and she dug it out, belatedly realizing she’d smeared traces of elephant poop on her cargo pants. Not the first time; most of her clothes sported faint green and brown stains.
“Sorry to call so early,” Jamie said. “But I knew you’d be up. Is it really only seven? I meant to phone you back yesterday but things got crazy. Emily ate too much pizza and had a stomachache, so I was up half the night, and I swear it feels like noon. At least I hope her stomachache was from too much pizza. This is the last week of school before summer break and if she has to miss a day I’m going to cry.”
“How much coffee have you had?” Lou asked when Jamie paused for breath.
“Don’t ask.” Jamie sighed. When she spoke again, Jamie’s voice was tremulous. “Mike’s going back to work today.”
“Is he okay with that?” Lou asked.
“You know Mike,” Jamie said. “If he isn’t, he’ll never let on.”
That was true: Mike was hardly the type to engage in long, emotional talks. Sometimes Lou felt like she had more in common with her sister’s husband than with her sister. Then again, she’d always felt more comfortable around guys. Maybe her father was the source of that. He’d insisted he didn’t miss having a son, but he’d nicknamed his daughters Jamie and Lou. Who did he think he was kidding?
“So what’s up with you?” Jamie asked.
“Donny has a new girlfriend,” Lou said.
“Hmm,” Jamie said. “What’s she like?”
“Okay, I guess,” Lou said. “I haven’t talked to her much. But she seems nice.”
“Does it feel weird?” Jamie asked. “I mean, you guys haven’t been broken up that long.”
“Long enough,” Lou said. “I think they’re getting serious. They’ve been together almost every night this week.”
“Do you think he’s going to ask her to move in?” Jamie asked.
Lou considered the possibility. She didn’t love Donny any longer—in retrospect, she wasn’t sure if she ever had or if she’d been swept up in his desire for a relationship, like a swimmer in a fast-moving current—but she sure loved renting the extra bedroom in his apartment. It was close enough to the zoo that she could walk here in the mornings. If the new girlfriend moved in, would that mean Lou would need to move out?
“Let me know if you want to find a new place,” Jamie was saying. “I could help you look— Oh, honey, let me pour the syrup. No! Okay, fine, you can help. We’ll pour it together. Shi— shoot. Can you grab a paper towel? No, not the whole roll, just one.”
“Sure,” Lou said. “In all your spare time.” She didn’t think she’d had a conversation with Jamie in the past six years that hadn’t been interrupted by a child. She’d wanted to ask for advice on how to act around the new girlfriend—sometimes it was a little hard for Lou to read the social cues that other people instinctively grasped—but it was clear this wasn’t the time. “Is Sam around? Can I talk to him?”
“Sure, hang on.”
Lou heard heavy breathing a second later. Sam still hadn’t mastered the art of salutations.
“Do you know elephants are the only mammals that can’t jump?” Lou asked.
“What do you call an elephant that never takes a bath?” he responded.
“You got me,” Lou said.
“A smellephant.”
Lou laughed. “Have a good day at school,” she said. “Actually, forget I said that. That was just a stupid adult thing to say.”
“You want me to have a bad day at school?” Sam asked.
Lou adored this kid. “I’ll bring you to the zoo in a few weeks to see the cheetah babies,” she said. “They’re so fuzzy and cute.”
“Really?” Sam asked.
“Pinkie swear,” Lou said. She wished her conversations with Jamie could be like this—light and easy and fun. But Jamie was always fixing things—meals, messes, boo-boos—and sometimes Lou felt as if Jamie was eyeing her as another project. Little sister Lou, unmarried at thirty-one, with a bad haircut (even Lou had to admit it looked deliberately unflattering, but what could she expect when she’d paid $12.99 for it?) and an extra twenty pounds and a fondness for fart jokes. Maybe she should’ve been born a boy—guys could get away with all that stuff a lot more easily.
Lou supposed it wasn’t Jamie’s fault, though. Their mother had died of a staph infection when Jamie was fifteen and Lou was twelve, and Jamie had stepped into the role of maternal figure, cooking meals and explaining what it would be like when Lou got her period and teaching Lou how to shave her legs (a practice Lou stopped a few years later. Why bother?).
It was strange, Lou thought as she began rinsing off the shovel she’d used to clean Tabby’s enclosure. She had lots of memories of being with Jamie while growing up but virtually none of her mother. Once, when Lou had been leaving work, she’d passed a group of tourists who were viewing the small mammal exhibit. Without realizing it, Lou had stopped and edged closer to one of the women. That perfume, she’d thought. The floral scent had tugged at the edges of Lou’s consciousness, making her feel as if there was something she vitally needed, something just beyond her reach. Had her mother worn the same fragrance? She’d wanted to ask the woman the name of the brand so she could buy a bottle and uncork it and try to coax out the memories that had to be lingering in the recesses of her brain, but she hadn’t known how to explain her request. While she was still fumbling for the right words, the woman had taken her two young daughters by their hands and headed off. Lou had stared after her, an ache forming in the center of her chest.
Now Lou began to make notes on the elephants’ charts, then set the paperwork back down. Jamie’s question hung in the air. Of course Lou couldn’t stay with Donny and his new girlfriend. Come to think of it, he’d mentioned the other day that there was a woman in his office who was looking for a roommate. Now she realized he hadn’t been making idle conversation. She wondered why he hadn’t simply asked her to move out. Had he and his girlfriend been talking about it, hoping she’d take the hint? It was a little embarrassing.
This was why Lou loved kids and animals best. They told you what they thought, in the most direct terms possible. If kids were mad at you, they yelled. If elephants were mad at you, they charged and stomped you to death. Simple and straightforward.
Maybe she should see if another keeper needed a roommate—after all, they couldn’t complain about the smell of her boots.
Lou walked over to the barrier that separated keepers from the elephants and pulled a red apple out of her pocket.
“Come, Tabitha,” she called, and the elephant lifted her massive head and ambled over. Lou tossed her the apple and watched it disappear. The elephant caught her eye, and Lou held her gaze for a long moment.
Sometimes she wished that she could just live here, where life was less complicated.
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Sarah Pekkanen
Sarah Pekkanen is the #1 New York Times bestselling co-author of four novels of suspense including THE GOLDEN COUPLE and THE WIFE BETWEEN US, and the solo author of the thriller GONE TONIGHT, will be published Aug. 1, 2023. Colleen Hoover says it is "Riveting, original and powerful. I'm a huge fan of Sarah Pekkanen's books, and GONE TONIGHT is her best yet!"
Sarah is also the author of eight USA Today and internationally-bestselling solo novels: THE OPPOSITE OF ME, SKIPPING A BEAT, THESE GIRLS, THE BEST OF US, CATCHING AIR, THINGS YOU DON'T SAY, THE PERFECT NEIGHBORS and THE EVER AFTER. Her books have been translated into dozens of languages.
In her free time, Sarah is a dedicated volunteer for rescue animals and serves as Ambassador for RRSA India, working hands-on to vaccinate and heal street dogs in Anand, India. She also volunteers weekly for a horse rescue group in Maryland, mucking stalls and helping mistreated horses heal.
Sarah lives just outside of Washington, D.C. with her family. Please follow Sarah on Facebook and Instagram @sarahpekkanen and visit www.sarahpekkanen.com
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Sarah Pekkanen must be prescient because the backdrop to this emotionally charged book begins with the murder of one police officer and the critical wounding of another, followed in quick order by the fatal shooting of a young Hispanic boy, purportedly unarmed, by a policeman.
Each day as Mike Anderson prepares for work as a patrolman, his wife Jamie feels uneasy. Her fears are realized one day when a lone gunman fires shots outside police headquarters. As a prank, Mike had shoved his partner and best friend ahead of him, directly into the line of fire, where his wounds result in traumatic brain injury. Rather than taking time off and getting help with an obvious case of PTSD and survivor's guilt, Mike too quickly returns to work.
As Jamie's life with three young children and that of Christie, with whom Mike has a son, begin to return to a semblance of normal, another officer-involved shooting occurs. To everyone's horror, Mike has fatally wounded a young, reportedly unarmed, Hispanic boy. As is becoming increasingly commonplace in our world, the life of the Anderson family is inundated by the media and the rush to judgment against all its members. No one, including Christie and Jamie's sister, Lou, a woman more comfortable with her elephant charges at the zoo, is immune.
Although the shootings provide a nerve-wracking background, the real story for me is Jamie's and Mike's marriage and his relationship with Christie. Sarah Pekkanen effectively demonstrates the effect of a major crisis on relationships. I think it's safe to say that every relationship has cracks - some so minor that no one sees them. I am reminded of my father's words: Any couple who brags about never arguing is either lying or very, very boring.
Jamie now feels overwhelmed with three young children, her stepson, living hand-to-mouth and Mike's changing relationship with Christie. The tiny cracks in her marriage become chasms. She and Mike are barely roommates. Because he is on unpaid leave awaiting trial, Mike either hides in the basement or spends more time with Christie.
Lou rallies around the Andersons and, without fanfare, quits one of her jobs and moves in with her sister. She is the unsung hero of the book. Her selflessness quietly accomplishes what I thought might be impossible.
Sarah Pekkanen wrote a realistic story with believable characters. I have enjoyed all her books, but this one demonstrates a raised level of maturity. The story flows flawlessly from beginning to end. I highly recommend this book.
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SherryDahling
5
Timely topic handled with grace and empathy
Reviewed in the United States on June 2, 2015
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Yes, this book deals with a cop shooting - a topic we are all too familiar with thanks to the recent headlines. But what Sarah Pekkanen does with such a sensitive topic, is nothing short of miraculous. Where this subject matter could have easily been sensationalized, Ms. Pekkanen has chosen to tell the tale from a different vantage point - the officer's wife. To read about how such an event affects those that love the person involved is heart wrenching and eye opening. Yes, books are meant to entertain but in this one Ms. Pekkanen straddles the fine line of entertaining and educating without ever getting up on her soapbox. Both sides involved in the shooting are portrayed with an honest empathy showing how complex this particular kind of situation truly can be.
As serious as the topic can be, there are elements that lighten the book that make it a perfect beach read. The subplot with the elephants was enjoyable and I enjoyed following that character arc as well. My only gripe is that this particular area of the story was a subplot and would have liked to explore more of this character's world (but that would have made it a 700 page book!).
Grab it - it's a must read!
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Carmella
5
Shout out to Sarah's street gang!!
Reviewed in the United States on June 1, 2015
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I want to preface this review with two facts. One, I'm a huge fan of Sarah Pekkanan and avidly follow her on social media. Two, my family suffered from the death of my uncle at the age of 23 from a police shooting. I preordered this book before I even knew what it was about. Just a couple days before it was published I saw a review and debated about canceling my order. This is a hard subject to read about, and living in Cleveland, OH this subject has been all over the news lately. Did I really want to read a fiction novel when it is happening in real life? Clearly I decided yes since I'm writing a review!
While the book deals with a white police officer fatally shooting a Hispanic teenager, it also creates this wonderful cast of characters. Sarah Pekannan writes so well, you believe that these people are real, feeling real emotions. It was very interesting for me personally to read the side of Mike Anderson, the police officer who pulled the trigger, and what he dealt with after the shooting. And it's not just him. There's 3 women and 4 kids who suffer right along with him. I really don't want to give anything away, but I will say this. Sarah Pekannan is such a fantastic author, and I think this is her best book to date. The way she writes about family and the every day struggles is just spot on. She also creates these fantastic characters that I sometimes wish were real. I would totally love to be Lou's friend and hopefully get to hang out with the elephants! Definitely a 5 star review from me!
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Tanya Nowak
4
Overall an enjoyable read
Reviewed in the United States on May 26, 2016
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I recently read "Things You Won't Say". Overall I enjoyed it. The story tracks the lives of a family who has faced a tragedy when her husband loses his partner on the police force. He is then forced to end the life of a teenager at a scene.
While I won't dive into details (I hate spoilers), I will tell you that this is a well written book. The characters are well developed and the world she has created for the characters is believable. I really like the perspective shift from the ex-wife, wife, and sister-in-law of the police officer.
The one thing I didn't like is that it took a little while to pick up steam. I beg you to stay with it though. Although it is not the greatest book I have ever read, it really does build well. It is a thoroughly enjoyable read. For those of you who like a good family/drama read, this is a good choice.
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