Flights Are $1,450 Each,” My Mom Said. 

pathetic scheme were being delivered right to my inbox.

I clicked open the file.

The first few pages were a mundane catalog of my life. Photos of my car parked outside the hospital. A log of my shifts. Notes on who I had coffee with in the cafeteria. It was creepy, invasive, but mostly just sad. This was what they thought of me: a predictable, boring continue reading …