Chapter 10

From then on, Byron became an active part in our planning meetings once again. It seemed like he’d slipped back into his old character, the naïve boy that only saw things through innocent eyes. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this—was this the real Byron, or was the Byron I’d had the conversation with in the bunks the real Byron? There was no way of telling, and perhaps that’s the deal you get with compulsive liars. If indeed he was a compulsive liar; if he wasn’t, it was one hell of a lie in...