I can piece together parts of a life and figure out anything. There are no secrets. All is revealed.
Years of observation and thinking and knowing what is a lie and what is a truth and what is a half truth has made me see things for what they are.
Most people are horrible liars. Their stories change over the years. Photos and documents don’t add up. Confusion layered with bull crap. I can figure it out. What really happens in the real world. Truth is stranger than fiction, but even strange truth has some real truth to it.
The statement “He died at sea,” in reality means “he had another family in another country and went back to them. That is why he is gone. That is why they know nothing of me or our child. That is why I say I am a widow rather than an unwed mother.”
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