Everything about me is a sham. I’ve been living with my own lies for so long, I don’t even know who I am. This role I’ve been playing is becoming boring and the man I’m turning into feels like a stranger. With each deception I dole out, another five are needed to keep the truth hidden, and it’s all teetering on a weak foundation. My life is like a house of cards, and the wind blows pretty strong here in Whitsborough, constantly threatening to scatter my fragile façade. With the sudden appearance of someone from my family’s past, everything comes into focus, and I’m tempted to exhale the breath I’ve been holding in my chest. Just to watch those cards land where they may.