It was brutally warm. Shirtsleeve weather, was how my mom would have described it, forever more concerned with her children’s comfort than the actual Fahrenheit. Shirtsleeve weather, jacket weather, overcoat weather, parka weather—the Year in Outerwear. For me this year, it would be handcuff weather, then possibly prison jumpsuit weather. Or funeral-suit weather, because I didn’t plan on going to prison. I’d kill myself first.
—Nick Lance Dunne, Gone Girl