You lied to her.
No. I told her a story.
Shit! You sound just like your dad.
Actually I was thinking of something...my mother said. That most
times, the truth is like a close-up conjuring trick. You can look
straight at something and think you're seeing the truth of it. But
really, you're seeing what someone else wants you to see.
So FUCK the truth. We don't know where it is, and we probably won't
know it when we see it. She just chose the story she needs right now.
The story that keeps her standing. That's probably all any of us get to do.
-the Unwritten # 17: The Many Lives of Lizzie Hexam