Liebgott's Lies
~Prologue:
Most of my childhood memories involved secret phone calls and rainy afternoons. Now that I'm older, I know that there is a correlation between the phone ringing and the look on my father's face. I knew that it was Uncle Dave who was on the phone. I only knew this because of the letters that came after my father would throw the phone at the wall. Uncle Dave wrote his letters with care, and they were never addressed to me, always to Mr. J. Liebgott.
One day, however, a package came while my father was asleep. I do not take any pride in this, but I was too curious and opened it up. Inside lay pictures and letters. Beneath all of that, was a journal. Royal Blue with black ink writing. J. Liebgott.
This was the day I discovered who my mother was. This was the day that I discovered why Uncle Dave calls.