The Price Of Every Shortcut: How A Small Lie Nearly Cost Me Who I Was

I paid him alright, taught him some tricks of the trade. I liked him. He reminded me of me, but less confident. Less sneaky.

At least, that’s what I thought.

One Friday afternoon, this woman walks in with a cracked phone screen. Nothing special. She looked maybe late 30s, clearly tired, wearing a work uniform from a nearby diner. Her hands trembled continue reading …