I do see the beauty in the rules, the invisible code of chaos hiding behind the menacing face of order.
People hide things from one another. They lie, they joke, they tell you what they think you want to hear.
Sometimes family is more than just the people under your roof. They’re people who jump in, head first, who aren’t afraid to make fools of themselves to help you, who don’t hide their faces in shame if you fall down.
The best place to hide something is in plain sight. Things that are hidden out in the open are the most difficult to see.
The best place to hide something from someone is the first place they look. If it’s obvious, no one looks close.
Someone who’s keeping a secret, who’s desperate to keep that secret, and desperate to stay hidden, can hurt everyone around them.