As Bruce confirmed, I got frustrated and walked to the living room.
“What else are you lying about, Sophia?” I asked as soon as I reached the living room. Sophia and Lee were seated on my couch and surprisingly watching a film.
“What are you talking about?” She pretended not to know.
“Your stomach cancer—it was all a lie, but why? Why would you wish such sickness upon yourself?”
“It’s not a lie; I’m still dying.” She said, to which Lee laughed.
“You’re such a good actor, Sophia.” He commented, and Sophia pinched him.
“Ouch!” He faked the pain.
“Bruce just exposed your lies; there’s no need to hide it. My question is, what else are you hiding?”
"Nothing; he’s lying.” She briefly responded.
"Oh, I’m lying?” Bruce cut in, the way he argued you could tell he was gay, “didn’t you jus
