If You Tell a Lie

by Lucinda Berry

All my therapists asked what I was feeling in that moment with her, and I never told them the truth. Because that’s not what you’re supposed to be thinking about when the greatest woman in the world dies. The day you lose your heart. Part of your soul. You’re supposed to have something profound to say about that. Except I didn’t.

It was funny the way your mind played tricks on you. How you could tell yourself something enough times that eventually you believed yourself. Maybe that’s what made a good liar. You’re your biggest con.