None of This Is True

by Lisa Jewell

3 P.M. “Is that comfortable?” Alix looks across the desk in her recording studio at Roxy, who is adjusting her headphones. Roxy nods and gives her a thumbs-up. “Great.” Roxy is five foot tall and terrifying. Her jaw juts defiantly, even when she’s being pleasant. “This is all bullshit,” she’d said in the café just now, loud