I thought I had the perfect life. I was married to an amazing man, had two beautiful children, and lived in a three-story home with a million-dollar view. That all changed when I found out my family lied to me.
While waiting for my husband to come home for date night, I finished two bottles of Cabernet and watched a man fall from a building. Actually, I’m not sure what I saw because of the wine. But the next day, the news reported Errol Tiller, someone I sort of knew, had committed suicide by leaping from his balcony.
I tried to forget and move on, but the connections started immediately. One by one, I learned my family and best friend had lied to me about their ties to Errol, making me question whether it was suicide.
To make matters worse, the police had questions about what I may or may not have seen that evening. Did I see something more than Errol falling? I wish I could answer that question, but I’d drank a lot of wine that night.
There is one thing I know for sure. Everyone trusts me to keep their secrets, but I’m afraid I’ll have to turn on one of them.