Prologue
You asked, Gabby.
It was nothing, really. You just asked.
I answered.
It wasn’t a problem too. I just answered.
Then, you asked again.
A follow-up question.
This is the problem: I answered.
And it was the right answer, the not-lie, that had me realizing that I should’ve just answered with the lie anyway.
I said the truth, and you knew it.
That was what went wrong, because sometimes the right answer won’t fix things.
Sometimes it breaks.