laughed.

“She won’t say anything. She never does.”

I climbed the steps and took the microphone.

PART 3

“I teach literature,” I said. “This week, I taught my students about unreliable narrators.”

Miriam scoffed.

“Oh, please.”

“An unreliable narrator hides the truth,” I continued. “Sometimes by lying. Sometimes by leaving things out. Sometimes by smiling while continue reading …