The Good Lie

by A.R. Torre

Obsession, as I frequently told my clients, never affected outside situations. They only made your internal struggles—and resulting personal actions and decisions—worse.

I’d sipped a handcrafted drink garnished with spices and served in a smoked tumbler. This place was the polar opposite, the sort of establishment where mistakes were made and sorrows were drowned,

Losing a child was like losing a limb. You were reminded of it every time you moved, until the consistent adjustments to life became a permanent part of you.