18
The truth is relative. I think maybe Albert Einstein said that. If not, he should have.
I actually gave it some thought as we hiked up the mountain, because I was afraid it might come to this. And even though Celeste bought my lame excuse that I wasn’t used to that newer model of tablet, I had the feeling Jake would probably need a more substantial explanation. Meaning a more substantial lie.
So I give it a try.
“You can’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you,” I start out. “Please—first I need you to promise me that.”
He hesitates, but then nods.
I take a breath. “Okay, so I had an accident. In the Alps. I was climbing where I shouldn’t have—it was really stupid—and there was a rock slide. I got hit in the head. Passed out. It was pretty scary when I woke up.”
Jake’s expressio
