I Bought a $28 Burger—Grandpa’s Bank Account Exposed My Real Problem

black coffee from the office machine instead, because I didn’t know how to be normal anymore.

Jenna looked at my cup like I’d shown up to a party in a funeral suit.

“Who are you?” she laughed. “What happened to you?”

I hesitated.

I could’ve lied. I could’ve said I wasn’t hungry.

Instead I said, “My grandpa kind of… roasted me.”

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