Apples Never Fall Audiobook

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Liane Moriarty Apples Never Fall Audiobook

Would you notify the authorities if your mother went missing? Even if your father was the most obvious suspect? This is the predicament in which the four grown Delaney siblings find themselves.
The Delaneys are well-known members of their community. Stan and Joy, the parents, are the envy of all their friends. They’re deadly on the court, and their chemistry is palpable off it. But, after 50 years of marriage, they’ve finally sold their renowned tennis academy and are ready to embark on what should be their golden years. So, what’s the deal with Stan and Joy?

Amy, Logan, Troy, and Brooke Delaney were all tennis stars in their own right, but as their father will tell you, none of them had what it took to go all the way. But that’s okay now that they’re all successful adults with the wonderful prospect of grandchildren on the horizon.

Savannah, a stranger, knocks on Stan and Joy’s door one night, bleeding from a fight with her boyfriend. The Delaneys are delighted to provide her with the small kindness she so desperately requires. If only that were all she desired.

When Joy goes missing and Savannah is nowhere to be found, the police question the only person left: Stan. But, for someone who claims to be innocent, he appears to have a lot to hide, as do many spouses. Two of the Delaney children believe their father is innocent, while the other two are skeptical – but as the two sides square off in what could be their biggest match ever, all of the Delaneys will begin to reexamine their shared family history in a whole new light.

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