Cherish Noel

“I took precautions to keep it from happening.” I let out a wretched sob. “I put LED lights in every closet, but I still got pregnant. I don’t understand it.” She cocks her head to the side. “LED lights?” I nod. “I read online that if you have LEDs placed, they are over ninety-eight percent effective in preventing pregnancy.” Poppy stares at me for several beats, a confused look on her face. “Do you mean… IUDs?” “What’s an IUD?”
― Freida McFadden, The Widow's Husband's Secret Lie

“Before I know it, I have told her everything. About the blue-and-black dress. About… well, that’s pretty much all of it. But my God, he was such a jerk about that dress.”
― Freida McFadden, The Widow's Husband's Secret Lie

“We’re friends again, aren’t we?” He takes a sip from his cup, eyes pinned on me over the rim. “Friends do nice things.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, Catch the Sun

“He did do a terrible thing,” the detective says. “I’ve never met anyone who had over thirty overdue library books before.” I grab a tissue from the box on the table and dab at my eyes. “I mean, two or three, yes, I can see how that could happen. Over ten would be bad enough. But over thirty?” “I know.” He sighs. “It’s the sort of thing you only see once in a lifetime as a cop, and you hope to never see it again.”
― Freida McFadden, The Widow's Husband's Secret Lie