Three lies, that’s all you get.
And here I stand, cuffed hands behind my back, metal chinking as my hands tremble.
Some might say I wasted my first lie and I can’t help but agree with them. It had been drilled into me since I was young to never tell lies— like every other kid. “Not unless it’s life or death.” My mother would chide. But at seven years old under the scrutinising stare of my mother, ...