Chapter 47 A Trip Down Memory Lane

• I had to pay the doctor to make my stomach bloated, at least to keep my lies up. The doctor just told Dorian that I had complications with my birth.
• I detested the tonics, the bitter taste, and how they churned in my empty stomach. Mostly, I hated the lies. Every sip reminded me of an illusion I was desperately hanging on to, a life made of lies.
• Now, here I was, trapped into a web of my own weave.