Chapter 92: Lying Is A Sin

“Savannah, let’s not go there. Please.” I laughed, unamused and bitter. How typical. How predictable. That was what everyone did. They dodged, they squirmed, they built little walls of silence around the truth as if ignoring it long enough would scrub it clean. Or maybe magically make it reality. But the thing about silence is that it doesn’t erase. It festers. And if you’ve lived with a festering wound as long as I have, you learn to recognize the stink. You learn to live with it. Get used to it. Become it. “That’s just it, Uncle Jace,” I snapped, the words tearing out of me before I could cage them. “Why does everyone do this? You all push me to the edge, then you stand back and point to the pit like it’s my fault I fell in in the first place. Why can’t any of you—just once—admit what you did to me? Why can’t you fucking admit it, Uncle Jace?” The phone trembled in my sweaty grip. I didn’t even realize I was crying until the salt hit my lips. “You all made me carry the guilt!” I chok