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When my mom came home that night, Halli was ready for her. In a way I never would have been.
I’ve never been a particularly good liar. To be good at it, I think you have to have a certain amount of fearlessness. You need to really commit to your lie, no matter what someone throws at you.
Granted, I’d been able to hide from my mother the fact that I’d been visiting a parallel universe every night. And yes, I also managed to sneak off to Colorado without her knowing, so I could spend the weekend undergoing tests with Professor Whitfield.
But this was a different kind of lie. It required face-to-face conversation, and Halli couldn’t waver for one second. But she was up for it.
“Mmm, what’s that smell?” my mom asked when she walked in. Halli met her in the kitchen.
“Roasted vegetables
