He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

cancer. Ten years running, same weekend, same place.

Predictable.

Stupidly predictable.

I said, “Did you tell him I was coming?”

Greg didn’t answer fast enough.

My father did it for him. “Greg.”

Greg looked at the ground. “I might’ve said you were in town. I mean, hell, everybody knew.”

I closed my eyes for one second.

Dan.

He hadn’t just launched an attack.continue reading …