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

the years I let them have the easy version because the truth was hard, and classified, and because some part of me enjoyed denying them access after the tenth cheap joke.

“Some of it,” I said.

Uncle Greg nodded fast. Too fast. “I’ll listen.”

I believed him only halfway.

Still.

Halfway was more than yesterday.

Outside, the neighborhood was waking up. Car continue reading …