Grace hated lying, got no joy from it, and this was how she knew she wasn't pathological.

Lies charged compound interest. You tried to fix what you had broken before you were found out, making little payments as you could afford to, just enough to keep the whole weight of it at bay. But the lie kept growing and growing. You could never pay it off, not without losing everything. The cost was total.

You need one person who knows you... Just one person you can't fool, even when you fool yourself.

The best lies were the simplest and made the most sense, in the mind and in the mouth.