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Dear Holly and Anna, I knew it would take drastic measures to bring you together, so, ta da, one drastic measure! I’m sorry I died. And I know you guys haven’t spoken in five years. But here’s the plan: over fourteen days, you are going to scatter my ashes in every place we vacationed together in our twenties. I wish I could have fixed your friendship before I passed away. But dying comes with one perk—you can’t say no to me now.

Eve, Nessa, and Molly are all in their 70s. Over the years, they’ve laughed and cried and they’ve been by each others’ sides as colleagues, flatmates, and mothers. And they’ve grown old disgracefully together in their golden years....

But all good things must come to an end. As one of their trio takes her final journey, a very large glass is raised to fun, frolics, and–most importantly–friendships.

When Stefania Carmichael steps into the mysterious world of Bletchley Park, she immediately finds herself signing the Official Secrets Act. In whispers, she is told that she’s been recruited because of her talent for languages. Before the war ripped Europe apart, Stefania was living in Rome, charming everyone she met, and engaged to the man of her dreams, handsome and brave Matteo. And now everything has changed. With secrets swirling around the building, Stefania finds it hard to know who to trust, until she forms a close bond with two other new recruits.

It is a day that starts like any other day. It’s cold outside, but the sun is shining. It feels like a day that is full of hope. But two mothers’ lives are about to come crashing down when Samantha gets a call saying her 15-year-old daughter, Keira, has been hurt and is in a coma. And then Julia’s daughter, Grace, comes home covered in blood, refusing to speak. Once, the two girls had been best friends and completely inseparable. But eventually the girls had drifted apart. Now their lives have collided again. And Julia is forced to ask herself: What could Grace be hiding?

1953, South Carolina: On the night of her 13th birthday, the air as sticky as honey, Alice is woken up by the ear-splitting sound of sirens. The body of a teenage girl, Nancy, has been found in the lake. Suspicion falls on Jozef, a German refugee who now lives in the small town. When one of Alice’s friends breaks a window in his house, Alice is wracked with guilt. She writes a note apologizing - a note that changes everything. As Alice and Jozef form a friendship, Jozef opens ups about his painful past: He is an Auschwitz survivor.

All Zoey’s happiest childhood memories are of her great-aunt Ivy’s rickety cottage on Dune Island, being spoiled with cranberry ice cream, and watching the tides change from the rooftop. Now, heartbroken from a recent breakup, Zoey can see her elderly aunt’s spark is fading and decides to move to the island, so they can care for each other. When she arrives to find her cousin, Mark, sitting at the solid oak kitchen table, she knows why Aunt Ivy hasn’t been herself. Because Mark - next in line to inherit the house - is pushing Ivy to move into a nursing home.

For the past 29 years, Kay Bright’s days have had a familiar rhythm: she works in her husband’s stationery shop hoping to finally sell the legendary gold pen, cooks for her family, tries to remember to practice yoga, and every other month she writes to her best friend, Ursula. Kay could set her calendar by their letters: her heart lifts when the blue airmail envelope, addressed in Ursula’s slanting handwriting, falls gently onto the mat. But now Ursula has stopped writing and everything is a little bit worse. Ursula is the only one who knows Kay’s deepest secret....

Lisbon, 1940. The plush carpet hides her quick steps as Sofia arrives at her suite. She finds the door ajar. Inside, the ornate wallpaper is torn, the mahogany furniture smashed to pieces and her beautiful dresses strewn across the marble floor. Whoever did this was clearly looking for something. Sofia prays they didn’t find it. But she is too late. The young girl she’d promised to protect is gone…