If you’ve ever spent time in Rocky Mountain National Park, you’ll know there is no cliff that overlooks the Three Forks River, as I’ve made the place up. There are other things I’ve changed or added here and there to suit the story, and a sharp-eyed reader will be sure to notice.
As always, I’d like to give my deepest thanks to Stephanie Cabot, Ellen Coughtrey, and all the team at the Gernert Company. Immense thanks to the entire team at Flatiron Books, especially to Amy Einhorn, Christine Kopprasch, Conor Mintzer, and Amelia Possanza. Also, thanks to the copy editor, Greg Villepique, who understood every time I used italics and gave some amazing suggestions.
I’d also like to thank Jennifer Thomas, who is one of the most thoughtful, caring women I’ve ever met and will definitely be killed in my next book; as well as Jess Hartlep, who made me laugh at least 250 times. But no more than 255. 300 at most. Thanks to Leigh Raper, who always knows the right card to send for every occasion; and to Sandi Reinardy, who talked me through some tough times with wise words.
And of course I’d like to thank my family. Cade, Jacob, and Lauren, who are quite simply the best kids I could ask for, and have somehow turned out to be kind, brilliant human beans despite how screwed up I am; and to my parents, who raised a writer. And to Jason, who helped piece me back together again.