I was eleven when mom sat me and my two siblings down at the kitchen table and told us why dad wasn't coming home. My sister was sitting in dads chair, looking down at her hands and pretending she hadn't already been crying. Chris was only four, he just didn't understand. I did and I kept my mouth shut, eyes focused on the wood grain on the table.
Mom told us dad ran off with another woman, someone we didn't know.
That was that.
Dad wasn't coming home. Life would move on.
Even though I know that was a lie.
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Liars Garden
HorrorAnnie Henton is nearly to graduating high school but her world isn't as open as someone might think. Her home is filled with secrets and lies that would change everything. Her sister, Leslie, just wants out, and her brother, Chris, is innocently una...
