A Suitcase of Promises: How I Sold My Father’s Hope for Peace

to punish yourself because it makes you feel like you’re doing something.”

I took a step toward the suitcase. My hands shook.

“I want to stop lying,” I said.

She stared at me for a long moment. “Then start with the truth you don’t want to say out loud.”

I couldn’t.

Not yet.

Because the truth wasn’t just that I sold his house. It was that I enjoyed it.

I enjoyed continue reading …