Chapter 18: Price of the Truth

My parents always told me I had to tell the truth. They were fanatical about it. My father literally washed my mouth out with Ivory soap one night when I was six.

But that didn’t mean I had to be good. My dad was the fun one. He would take me to poker nights with him just about every week. He wasn’t home a lot so it was a good excuse to spend time with me. I never realized until later that it meant he wasn’t spending time with Mom.

Had I stayed home my only solace would have been that the drone...