Is it better and easier if we don’t know the whole story, if some of the facts are left out? When the specifics are sprawled out on the table we are overcome with an intense sense of reality. Every now and then this leads to a wrong conclusion and in our heads we try to decipher the truth from the fiction. Each story has more than one side, making the task of interpreting the truth a tiresome task. Is it essential that we know the truth? Should we keep our previous view of someone or something before we were faced with the facts or come to terms with the harsh reality and accept that life and the people within it are occasionally not who we once thought they were? Living our days with idealised versions of the people around us seems uncomplicated on the surface but when given the time to dwell on the situation, the task of interpreting the whole story seems to be a difficult one itself.