Chapitre 113: On time

"You are right," Louisa bit her lips then, "I just told a lie. I did not use to be this way… I was never this person until recently. But now I lie a lot. So much so to the point I no longer have an opinion of what the truth may be."

In reality, she did not know why she had to say it that way. The only answer she could give was that she was possibly suffering more than she wished to know. More than she hoped she was. Grooming a lie for that long wasn't the actual burden. It was the weight of what the man's wife had said to her, 'you either tell him or I will.' It was that singular phrase that would not leave her head up till now. Of course, she did not wish to get more into the woman's bad books. But then telling wasn't exactly an easy bargain, it wasn't as simple as saying 'I am a girl,' or 'I have always been a girl, see?' There are degrees to this thing called truth.

"Which is true, and which is a lie, Hazel?" Gibson said in the most natural tone.