“Not that it mattered though. The truth seldom ever did in the face of a juicy lie.”

“Not that it mattered though. The truth seldom ever did in the face of a juicy lie.”

“One misstep was all it took, and it all came crashing down. And they were right there waiting for it—eager and ready to bury me in the wreckage.”

“Not that it mattered though. The truth seldom ever did in the face of a juicy lie.”

“I hadn’t even left my room and already my day had taken a U-turn straight to hell.”

“Everything about the house was rich, and dense, and rooted. It was everything I wasn’t. Even the air, with its distinct smell of oak wood and sage, spoke to its identify and its history. I couldn’t help but feel small here. Overwhelmed. Incompatible.”