The Devil You Know (Dr. Jane McGill, #2)

by Freida McFadden

For all the mothers who can’t figure out how their husbands manage to use so much toilet paper.

I’m the husband 😞

Ryan punches his fist into the back of the sofa, creating a knuckle-shaped indentation.

🚩

I summon superhuman strength to cinch the straps of her car seat around Giganto-coat.

Please don’t leave puffer coats on in the car seat 😅

“I promise you. It’s definitely not cancer.”

It’s definitely cancer

I don’t say to him what I can’t stop thinking, which is that if he hadn’t been such a wuss and just got tested for that dominant gene, Leah could have been his daughter.

He doesn’t have a car seat, so I buckle Leah into the back seat as securely as I can.

JANE your car seat safety is horrible for a doctor 🫣

Ryan rolls his eyes but he doesn’t look as angry as he has a right to be.

Uhhh what gives him the right to be angry?