It was the small things that weighed Sarah down. The dirty dishes abandoned in the sink. The empty bottle of milk put back inside the fridge. The clothes left crumpled on the floor. A life of never-ending mental load and constant demands. Somewhere along the way, Sarah had become a caretaker for everyone around her, both at home and at work. Then came the lie. One harmless white lie, she thought. Just a little shift in the narrative. And for a while everything became better. But one lie wasn’t enough. It was soon followed by another. And another. Until the truth became something unrecognizable, a distant memory swallowed by fiction. She never intended for it to spiral this way. It was just one little white lie. But the truth would inevitably threaten everything she held dear…
