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

no clue how close ugly had gotten. Denise Dillard was praying over absolutely nobody in particular. Greg had a cut over one eyebrow and looked fifty instead of loud.

My father stood very straight, which he only did when he was scared.

I walked back toward them carrying the broken tablet and the red folder.

“Dad, I need your truck keys.”

He blinked. “What?continue reading …