The message arrives at 9:03 AM, and I'm staring at my phone like everyone else in the coffee shop. *APRIL FOOL'S GAME: Tell a lie today. Get paid. The bigger the lie, the bigger the prize. Deposits are instant. The game ends at midnight.* I laugh. It's April Fool's Day. Of course someone would pull this. "Your coffee has salt in it," Derek says from across the table. He's grinning, my coworker and chronic prankster, waiting for me to take a sip and make a face. His phone chimes. Then chimes again. Derek pulls it out, and his face goes white. "Holy shit." "What?" He turns the screen toward me. A banking notification: *Deposit: $10,000.00.* "That's not—" I start, but his phone is lighting up with more notifications. Text messages from other people in the office, all saying the same thing: *Did you get money too?* The coffee shop erupts. Everyone's talking at once, checking their phones, laughing nervously. Someone near the window shouts that their roommate just got five thousand dollars for saying their boss was attractive. My phone buzzes. A text from Ryan, my boyfriend: *Coming to you now. Don't freak out.* Don't freak out. That's never a good sign. I see him through the window before he reaches the door. Ryan's face is set in that expression I've seen a dozen times—the one that means he's about to tell me something I won't like, but he's already decided it's for my own good. The door opens. Ryan walks straight to me, and I notice Melody behind him. My sister Melody, who's supposed to be at work across town. Ryan stops in front of my table. Looks me dead in the eyes. "I've been sleeping with your sister for eight months." His phone explodes with sound. Notification after notification, so many they blur together into one continuous buzz. Melody's standing behind him, and she's smiling.