Bad Liar Guide

Clara didn't answer. She didn't have to. The "crocodile tears" were already there, and the faith they’d spent years building was gone.

He walked into the living room. Clara was looking at a photo of them from two years ago, back when their smiles didn't feel so heavy. She looked up, her eyes searching his, begging for a reason to keep believing the illusion. "Tell me what you see," Leo whispered, his voice cracking. Bad Liar

"I can't be what you want me to be," Leo said, finally letting the truth out. "I wish I could make your heart believe it’s okay, but I'm a bad liar". Clara didn't answer

The house was quiet, the kind of heavy silence that follows a long day of saying nothing at all. Leo sat at the kitchen table, watching the condensation drip down a glass of water. In the other room, Clara was hummed a tune—something light, something meant to sound like she was okay. He walked into the living room