The Queen of Hearts by Kimmery Martin
English | 2018 | General Fiction | ePUB |1.0 Mb
The Queen of Hearts:Named a Most Anticipated Book of 2018 by Southern Living, Elite Daily, and Writer’s Digest
A debut novel set against a background of hospital rounds and life-or-death decisions that pulses with humor and empathy and explores the heart’s capacity for forgiveness…
Zadie Anson and Emma Colley have been best friends since their early twenties, when they first began navigating serious romantic relationships amid the intensity of medical school. Now they’re happily married wives and mothers with successful careers–Zadie as a pediatric cardiologist and Emma as a trauma surgeon. Their lives in Charlotte, North Carolina are chaotic but fulfilling, until the return of a former colleague unearths a secret one of them has been harboring for years.
As chief resident, Nick Xenokostas was the center of Zadie’s life–both professionally and personally–throughout a tragic chain of events in her third year of medical school that she has long since put behind her. Nick’s unexpected reappearance during a time of new professional crisis shocks both women into a deeper look at the difficult choices they made at the beginning of their careers. As it becomes evident that Emma must have known more than she revealed about circumstances that nearly derailed both their lives, Zadie starts to question everything she thought she knew about her closest friend.
“I knelt down. “Delaney,” I hissed quietly as Margery murmured something to Clare in the background, “why did you bite Sumner?”
Brightly: “I don’t know, Mom.”
“Delaney. This is not okay.”
“Well . . . maybe I bited her because she is so bad.”
I said, “Sumner is not bad. She is a nice little friend.”
“She is bad. She breaked up my puzzle even though I telled her not to.”
“Okay, we are going to have plenty of time to talk about this at home.” Plenty of time. “Let’s tell Mrs. Beaufort and Mrs. Blitstein thank you for taking care of you.”
“Okay! Fank you, honey dears!”
After apologizing again, we headed for the parking lot. I checked my cell phone: shoot. Missed call from Emma. As I was contemplating returning it, the phone rang: Drew, my husband.
“Hello, beautiful wife,” he said.
I was suspicious. “Are you working late tonight?”
A slight pause. “Um, yes,” he said. “I’m flying to New York for the day. Can you hold down the fort?”
“I always hold down the fort,” I pointed out. “I’m a fort-holding specialist.”