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where the soil is rich. And sometimes… well, you know what fertilizer is
made of.”
“Love grows in shit?” Colton asked. “What a fucking story to make that
point in.”
My parents couldn’t have been built on a lie. Or circumstance. Or
convenience.
That couldn’t be true, and yet… it was. Everything I believed,
everything I wanted, everything I’d modeled my future on was a lie.
“Where’s the kid, Mom?” Byron’s even tone demanded an answer.
“I don’t know,” Mom said. “It was a closed adoption. All I know is,
they’re set financially for life.”
“So,” I said. “This is what it feels like to be lied to.”
“Sucks, don’t it?” Lyric said.
“It’s not as bad as lying to yourself,” Mom said directly to me, as if she
knew something I didn’t about what I told myself.
She did. She knew everything.
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