The Big Lie

The couch’s old, worn fabric scratched my hands like sandpaper as I dug my fingernails into the thick, woven threads and let the news sink in—the truth in it was undeniable. For the first time in my life I turned to the person I loved the most, the guardian assigned to me at my birth, and looked upon them with distrust.

“You lied to me,” I said. “You lied.”