I told one lie — because I couldn’t let her leave.
Then another: I told her that her husband could only take back control of this body at night.
That turned out to be a mistake. It means I can only kiss her in the dark.
There’s always another lie waiting. I don’t care. As long as she stays in my arms, none of it matters.
Until our son sprouted wolf ears on the nursery floor.
I’m going to need a bigger lie.
