Believe

I can’t detect lying. People tell me that’s a problem, but I disagree. The world’s a better place when we assume everyone is essentially well-intentioned, authentic, truthful. Which is why I believe you when you say you’ll let me go. And I’m going to believe you when you say you’re keeping me in this cabin, with this chain around my wrist, for my own good. And I’m going to assume you’re making a joke I don’t quite get when you say my parents heard your ransom offers and rejected them all. I believe you. I want to. I have to.