Best Day Ever: A gripping psychological thriller with a twist you won’t see coming!. Kaira Rouda

Best Day Ever: A gripping psychological thriller with a twist you won’t see coming! - Kaira  Rouda


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7:30 p.m.

       Chapter 12

       8:00 p.m.

       Chapter 13

       8:15 p.m.

       Chapter 14

       8:45 p.m.

       Chapter 15

       9:00 p.m.

       Chapter 16

       9:15 p.m.

       Chapter 17

       9:30 p.m.

       Chapter 18

       10:00 p.m.

       Chapter 19

       10:30 p.m.

       Chapter 20

       11:00 p.m.

       Chapter 21

       11:30 p.m.

       Chapter 22

       12:00 a.m.

       Chapter 23

       12:15 a.m.

       Chapter 24

       12:20 a.m.

       Chapter 25

       12:25 a.m.

       Chapter 26

       12:35 a.m.

       Chapter 27

       1:00 a.m.

       Chapter 28

       1:45 a.m.

       Chapter 29

       2:45 a.m.

       Chapter 30

       4:45 a.m.

       Chapter 31

       One Year Later

       Epilogue

       Paul Strom’s Playlist for The Best Day Ever

       Author Note

       Acknowledgments

       Reader’s Group Discussion Questions

       Copyright

       Morning 9:00 a.m.

       1

      I glance at my wife as she climbs into the passenger seat, sunlight bouncing off her shiny blond hair like sparklers lit for the Fourth of July, and I am bursting with confidence. Everything is as it should be.

      Here we are, just the two of us, about to spend the weekend at our lake house. Today represents everything I’ve worked for, that we have built together. The sun blasts through my driver’s side window with such intensity I feel the urge to hold my hand up to the side of my face to shield my eyes, even though my sunglasses are dark and should be doing the job. Under any other circumstances, on any other day, they would be, I know. But today, something is different between us; some strange tension pulses through the still air of the car’s interior. I cannot see it, but it’s here. I’d like to name it. Discover its source and eliminate it.

      Sure, this morning has been hectic. It’s a Friday, and Fridays always seem the most frenzied when you have kids. Getting the boys up and dressed, and then dropping them off at their immaculately landscaped and highly ranked redbrick elementary school where they will no doubt excel, in first and third grade respectively. Truth be told, though, I usually have little to do with the scenario I just outlined. Mia, my wife, handles all the tasks pertaining to the boys each morning. We’re a traditional suburban household in that respect. In the morning, I make coffee, shower, dress and leave for work before the boys awaken. Yes, mine is quite a selfish and single-minded pursuit on most days.

      That’s another reason why today is so special. I drove the boys to school, reminded them that the babysitter would be picking them up afterward. When I returned to the house, I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. I can be helpful when I want to be, although I don’t want to remind Mia of this fact as she may come to expect it. Dishes finished, I had called up the stairs to Mia, urging her to


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