Chapter 1


They were arguing in the seconds before impact. Later, Deborah Monroe would agonize about that, wondering whether, had she been focused solely on the road, she might have seen something sooner and been able to prevent what occurred--because the argument had been nearly as distracting as the storm. She and her daughter never argued. They were similar in looks, temperament, and interests. Deborah rarely had to tweak Grace--her son, Dylan, yes, but not Grace. Grace usually understood what was expected and why.

This night, though, the girl fought back. "You're getting hyper about nothing, Mom. Nothing happened."

"You said Megan's parents were going to be home," Deborah reminded her.

"That's what Megan told me."

"I would have thought twice if I'd known there would be a crowd."

"We were studying."

"You, Megan, and Stephie," Deborah said, and, yes, the textbooks were there, damp from Grace's dash to the car in the rain, "plus Becca, and Michael, Ryan, Justin, and Kyle, none of whom were supposed to be there. Three girls study. Four girls and four boys make a party. Sweetie, it's pouring rain, and even above the noise of that, I could hear shrieking laughter all the way from the car."

Deborah didn't know if Grace was looking guilty. Long brown curls hid broad--set eyes, a straight nose, and a full upper lip. She did hear the snap of her daughter's gum; its spearmint shrouded the smell of wet books. But she quickly returned her own eyes to the road, or what she could see of it, despite the wipers working double time. Visibility on this stretch was poor even on the best of nights. There were no streetlights, and moonshine rarely penetrated the trees.

Tonight the road was a funnel. Rain rushed at them, swallowing the beam of the headlights and thrashing against the windshield--and yes, April meant rain, but this was absurd. Had it been as bad on the way out, Deborah would never have let Grace drive home. But Grace had asked, and Deborah's husband--ex--husband--too often accused her of being overprotective.

They were going slowly enough; Deborah would repeat that many times in subsequent days, and forensics would bear it out. They were less than a minute from home and knew this part of the road well. But the darkness was dense, the rain an unreckoned force. Yes, Deborah knew that her daughter had to actually drive in order to learn how, but she feared this was too much, too soon.
Deborah hated rain. Grace didn't seem fazed.

"We finished studying," the girl argued around the gum in her mouth. Her hands were tight on the wheel, perfectly positioned, nothing wrong there. "It was hot inside, and the AC wasn't on yet, so we opened the windows. We were taking a break. Like, is it a crime to laugh? I mean, it's bad enough my mother had to come to get me--"

"Excuse me," Deborah cut in, "but what was the alternative? You can't drive by yourself on a learner's permit. Ryan and Kyle may have their licenses, but, by law, they're not allowed to take friends in the car without an adult, and besides, we live on the opposite end of town from the others--and what's so bad about your mother picking you up at ten o'clock on a weeknight? Sweetie, you're barely sixteen."

"Exactly," Grace said with feeling. "I'm sixteen, Mom. I'll have my real license in four months. So what'll happen then? I'll be driving myself places all the time--because we don't only live on the opposite end of town from everyone else, we live in the middle of nowhere, because Dad decided he had to buy a gazillion acres to build a McMansion in the forest, which he then decided he didn't...

 

Delinksky's new chick-lit novel makes a good beach listen. The story delves into the bonds that unite families and, conversely, can lead good people to make bad decisions. Cassandra Campbell presents vivid vocal portraits of a mother and daughter who carry out a deception following a car accident. Campbell's rendition of daughter Grace's teenaged angst is spot-on. Some of the male characters are a challenge, but, overall, Campbell captures the relationships and personal quandaries of a family living with destructive secret. Intense scrutiny of every emotion is a big part of the story, and Campbell keeps all of them realistic and sympathetic. D.G. (c) AudioFile 2008, Portland, Maine

 

"Delinsky delves deeper into the human heart and spirit with each new novel."

 

"Relationships are brought to the limit in Delinsky's splendid latest exploration of family dynamics.... [The Secret Between Us] combines her understanding of human nature with absorbing, unpredictable storytelling--a winning combination."

 

"One of her best... Delinsky is a first-rate storyteller who creates believable, sympathetic characters who seem as familiar as your neighbors."

 

"Provocative... Delinsky is interested in how the lies we tell for love can destroy us instead--and she lays out this particular deception so painstakingly that even the most honest reader will sympathize."

 

"Delinsky offers a polished drama... creating sympathetic characters with personal problems. Well-crafted and satisfying. "

 

"Delinsky treads the same domestic themes as fellow best-seller Jodi Picoult."

 

The Secret Between Us by Barbara Delinsky
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