The Ghostwriter

by Julie Clark

I understand now how very hard it is to discover what someone has chosen to conceal. And when they die, their secrets get buried in time until there’s no one around to remember them.

“Siblings define who you are at that age. I’d always been the middle child, measured against Danny and Poppy my entire life. Then suddenly they were gone and all that was left was this vast emptiness. Silence. Except for my mother’s crying.”

The truth lives in people’s actions, their unguarded moments, not in the lies they tell.”

I’m beginning to realize that once you lie about your past, you wall yourself off from the present.