“I’d ask her to play Three Truths and a Lie, to practice. But instead, she’d insist on playing her own game: Four Absolute Truths.” He smiles so softly it’s like a whisper. “Then she’d prattle off three random facts, different every time, like the Earth is round, spiders are smaller than humans, candy corn is delicious.” He laughs. “After that, she’d wrap me up in her arms and tell me her fourth absolute truth, the same one every time.” “Which was?” I ask. He looks up and meets my gaze. “I love you,” he says after a moment.
