No one told me anything.” I started thinking fast, trying to put pieces together to a puzzle I had no idea what the finished product would be. “Yes, yes. XXX My wife sent our daughters up to play in their room. He also informed me on how he was still alive. If so, then maybe they are feeding you my story so that it can be out there.”
“Why?” I ask. I wasn’t frustrated because of him critiquing my writing, but for his continued attempt to get me to believe that he was Lyden Snow. “Wait, if you’re really Lyden Snow, then you should be dead! It couldn’t be. “There is one question that I’ve been unable to answer as I wrote.”
“Only one?” he asks me, raising an eyebrow.




















