The Good Lie

by A.R. Torre

“I see them as human. We all battle demons. If they’re in my office, it’s because they’re trying to fix that part of them. I can relate to that. Can you?”

The city and media may have grown bored, but I never had. I’d devoured everything about the murders.

Men were idiots. Frustrating, unreadable idiots.

While there were no absolutes in human psychology, there were patterns, and this would be breaking every pattern of human behavior.

It was human nature to protect ourselves.

Sane individuals didn’t turn to murder. Then again, the death of a child could cause anyone to lose their mind.

We had been strangers, our history linked without us knowing, our focus on distraction from our grief and problems.

I enjoyed the well of emotion, the proof that an empathic soul still existed in my aching chest.

But for today, I just needed to survive.