The Best Kind of Lie
"Last spring, when my stomach was acting up, I didn't tell you because you were so busy with work. In February this year, when we were out of money, we ate plain porridge for two weeks. Just now, when you sent that kid to the hospital, you have no idea how scared I was. I was afraid there'd be another lawyer's letter in front of our door, that I'd never see you again. Is this game of playing poor really fun, Lance? Is it fun to have me running in circles, like I'm a fool? Lance, let me out of the car. You—"
I reached for the car door, but he locked it before I could open it.
Of course, after five years, he knew me too well.
Maybe he'd already thought a thousand times about how to deal with m
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