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

but past me. Seeing the helicopter, maybe. Or the backyard. Or hearing enough to know where I was.

Then he said the thing he had arranged this whole ugly play to say.

“I want you to choose in public.”

I didn’t answer.

He did it for me.

“If the systems stay linked, I can keep escalating noise until panic outruns fact. Water, traffic, hospital records, emergency continue reading …