The air grows still between us. I’ve had
these moments with my clients before, the stillness before the inevitable truth
vomits out of them. This is the fork in the road, where the lie meets the
truth. There always seems to be this awkward pause that each of my clients
partake in, and, to be honest, I never knew why. But here I am, crossing that
same intersection, and I suddenly get it. This is the moment where you admit
defeat. I had held fast to the manufactured truths that Solomon gave me, but my
next words will draw a big fat red line over everything we firmly stood for.
Sometimes telling the truth is painful, and, up until now, I never really
understood that.
