The Honest Truth Dan Gemeinhart Novels & Stories

One was a journalist. None had been found—until now. The door opened and Elise stepped in, a tablet in her hand, dark circles under her eyes. “You’re all over the news,” Elise said with a tired smile. “They’re calling you the woman who unthawed the truth.” Sophia grimaced. “That’s terrible.” “I know. But they’re listening.” Elise handed her the tablet. The screen showed a live feed from Capitol Hill—Senator Dorian Myles standing behind a podium, flanked by bipartisan lawmakers.

At least I wouldn't have to witness their happy family of four and smell that nauseating mixture of scents. Memories flooded back like an uncontrolled tide. Alex and I had met when we were nobody special. I had supported him through his journey from an unknown programmer to a leading figure in the field of AI. For ten years, we had been the soulmates everyone in our circle envied. The first time, he was drugged by a business rival and slept with Brooke, who was just an intern then. He called me immediately, his voice shaking. "Em, I was set up! I swear on my integrity that this was the only time! I've handled everything cleanly. She'll never appear before us again!"

"Daniel, you don't need to deal with him, he is being unreasonable." Christabel closed her eyes in disgrace and took another long breath. "Christabel, this is not going to end, I am..." Daniel fetched his phone from his shirt front pocket and gave Christabel a long comforting smile. "Attorney Angelo, are you in the office? A fraud issue occurred and I want you to deal with it. I want him in prison, so please gather the list of police officers and prosecutors you know. He is despicable for taking money from others." Daniel said into the phone and smirked.

It clearly showed 1976, the year Daniel Harrington left the rural West. Birth date: June 13th. The date matched the one in his letters. The comments exploded again. “That face. DNA not needed. They’re identical.” “What kind of monster abandons his pregnant wife in the rural West to become a professor?” “And he stood up there talking about fairness. How does he live with himself?” “And they taught their granddaughter this?” The viewership peaked. Daniel Harrington wiped his forehead, his voice shaking. “David! Shut down the live stream!”

I was praying I’d have the opportunity to spend some time with Hamish Stewart, all up close and personal. My sister looked at me like she thought I was a maniac. “Daniel’s going to handle it for now.” I knew Daniel was a Hunter who had recently been named the Area Leader of California He was excellent at his job, but that didn’t take away from the fact that I wanted my turn with Stewart. “You said you couldn’t find Hines or Holland through him?” It took me a moment to realize Job was talking to me, I was so caught up in my hatred for Hamish.

“Gemma, ok?” I didn’t like the way he was looking at the door. Maybe it was my imagination and that after a year of running and protecting her, I was just paranoid. “Gent, we had nothing to do with it.” There wasn’t a hint of a lie in Truth’s voice. But then again he was called Truth for a reason. As far as I knew, he had never lied to me. Why would he start now? The tension in my shoulders eased slightly. I had known, deep down. Like really deep, deep down.

"Do you think if you said so, will I do everything for you to hide the truth?" "I just want to tell you that if you tell the truth, you must be mentally prepared for losing her." At this point, the Old Master sighed as if he was tired. "John, this choice is not difficult. You know the right choice..." "It's indeed not difficult to choose, but it's really hard to hear the truth from you." "I'm telling the truth." "Then let me ask you, who is Daniel Nolan?" Old Master, "…" His eyes were wide open...

He signaled for me to take a seat. As I sat down, he closed his laptop, giving me his full attention. Dane leaned forward in his chair, his eyes locking onto mine. “Mia,” he whispered, his voice laced with sympathy. The way he said my name sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t help but feel a fluttering sensation in my stomach. It was as if he knew everything that had happened to me and understood the pain I had been through. I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the sudden rush of emotions. “I just wanted to talk to you about Catrina,” I said, trying to sound composed.

Dane hit his hand away from the area, "Don't fucking touch it." "I totally forgot." He sighed. "So, I assume you wouldn't tell Red the truth." Dane brought up the issue again. "Oh I will." He said. "Good." Dane nodded, "Finally, for a change." "Part of the truth tho." He added. "Dude!" Dane frowned, "Come on." "I know what I am doing." He assured his best friend, "And with time I will tell her the truth." "I hope it's not to late by then." Dane heaved a huge sigh and patted Daniel on the back before turning to go inside.

Ethan sighed and said, "It looks like your husband doesn't appreciate it at all. I'm afraid this little shop of mine can't accommodate someone like him." With that, he sat down to the side and ignored me. Jocelyn nervously dragged me back to Ethan and said in an upset tone, "Hurry up and apologize to him! Beg him to take you in!" I could feel my heart dying at that moment. Just as Jocelyn and Sean were insulting me together, the sudden sound of drums and trumpets came from outside the snack shop. I looked up and saw the lottery shop owner arriving with a street band to congratulate me. He had even brought over a printed banner that read: [Congratulations to Jeffrey Johnson on winning the 1 M