“You don’t do Airbnb for the money, do you?” Maybe she did have me all figured out. I shook my head and drank. “No, I don’t.” “Why’d you lie to me?” she asked, setting her empty plate down on the table between us. “How’d you know I was lying?” “It doesn’t matter how I knew. It matters why you lied.” Grace eyed me. She must have been watching me carefully this whole time. I let out a deep breath and some of the truth came out with it. “I lied because I was embarrassed. My parent’s life insurance policies left me a lot of money, but I learned quickly that money ain’t everything. So, I started
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