Chapter Eleven: Death Played a CardEven though I had never received any formal education in the art of either telling lies or adopting different individualities, I had, through the persistent rehearsal of both, acquired a master's degree in fabricating the truth and adopting expedient identities. Most of my artistry I'd found to be natural and pure in the way that nothing was ever forced or appeared to be faked. That attribute had been the pivot around which my career had blossomed, but there was, and is, no point in attempting to mislead oneself and in this narrative there is no point in me lying to you. I will be open and honest and say that my first thought, when told of Hannah's death, was for myself. I would be on my own again. Which was something I had usually relished. It was, until
