Deja Who (Insighter #1)(75)

“It’s a lie,” she said again. “I’ve paid for a lie, and that’s not the only one. My mother did not die at thirty.”

He smothered a laugh against his fist. “Ah . . . no. Probably not.”

Leah shrugged. “But she deserves the lies. In a way, they’re perfect for her, entirely suited to her personality. If my mother was here, she could believe those lies; she would make herself believe them. So it’s okay. Besides.” Leah took a deep breath and smiled at him, though her eyes were bright with tears she refused to let fall. “I’ll remember her.”