Cherish Noel

“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

“First of all, I’m going to order you this dress in maternity sizes. Perhaps a pair of matching pants with an adjustable waistband.” “No!” I cry. “I won’t wear it!”
― Freida McFadden, The Widow's Husband's Secret Lie

“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

“I couldn’t take a chance.” I wipe a tear from my own eyes. “What if you thought the dress was blue and black too?” “Never!” Poppy cries. “That dress was white and gold! Anyone who thought otherwise definitely had defective rods or cones or whatever.”
― Freida McFadden, The Widow's Husband's Secret Lie