The truth is the thing I invented so I could live
There was a noise behind me. A creak. This time I didn’t turn. I squeezed my eyes shut. Isaac, I whispered. The sound of my own voice frightened me, but I didn’t stop. I want to tell you – and then I broke off. What do I want to tell you? The truth? What is the truth? That I mistook your mother for my life? No. Isaac, I said. The truth is the thing I invented so I could live.
Now I turned and saw myself in the mirror on Isaac’s wall. A fool in fool’s clothes. I’d come to get back my book, but now I didn’t care whether I found it or not. I thought: Let it be lost like the rest. It didn’t matter, not anymore.