7
Whitney
I had to know the truth. The disk had revealed plenty. On Earth, I’d been the stupid ostrich and stuck my head in the sand, not believing what had been right in front of me. I’d heard the stories, the news reports, even the police. I’d been questioned within an inch of my life to see if I’d had any knowledge of what my father and brother had done. Yet, I’d still doubted the cops, the FBI. I had been in hardcore denial because I hadn’t wanted to know the truth.
How could the people I loved be so bad? How could they have no empathy, no feeling for others? How did they live with themselves? How could I even be in the same family with heartless criminals who’d stolen so much from so many?
It had taken me a while to come to terms with reality. The truth, which was that people lied
