No One Can Know is my thirteenth published book, and I think I may be running out of ways to say thank you—which is quite inconvenient when the list of people I am grateful to only keeps growing. This book was a particular challenge to write; untangling the three sisters’ pasts and presents was a difficult and sometimes maddening task, which I absolutely could not have achieved without the help of the No Name Writing Group—Rhiannon Held, Corry L. Lee, Shanna Germain, Rashida Smith, Erin M. Evans, and Susan Morris. Special thanks to Erin and Susan, who are absolutely brilliant and went above and beyond the call of duty to answer my plaintive cries for help.
This book is dedicated to my parents, and I feel like as well as a thank-you I owe them an apology for the sheer number of terrible parents in my books. In my defense, if I just wrote about kind, supportive, loving parents like you, it would get pretty boring.
Thank you also to my wonderful spouse, Mike, who knew what he was getting into when he married me, and to my kids, who remain frustrated that I don’t write proper books with pictures in them.
I owe an enormous debt of gratitude to my agent, Lauren Spieller, and my editor, Christine Kopprasch, for being this book’s earliest and most dedicated advocates. And thank you to everyone at Flatiron who helped bring it to life—the Flatiron team has been an absolute dream to work with from the start, and I couldn’t be happier.