The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.

Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.

Ask no questions, I tell no lies.

Exaggerated claims laced with outright lies

There was no other choice.