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

careful, like checking if I was all there.

“I was wrong,” he said.

It wasn’t enough for everything.

But it was real.

From the kitchen, Uncle Greg’s voice came thin and wrecked. “Maya?”

He was sitting at the table with butterfly bandages over his eyebrow and both hands around a coffee mug.

“I told that guy you were important,” he said. “I didn’t know important continue reading …