Everything about the evening confirmed what I already knew. I was a complete and total fraud. I didn’t belong in this house or this neighborhood. And I was not going to be friends with Libby. I was both an outsider and a prisoner in my own home. They could never know what I’d done, where I came from, who I really was. I could never be close to anyone. I could never again be myself. This was the life I’d chosen with my lies and my crimes. The only question that remained was if it was worth living.
