I Heard My Uncle in the Hall Before I Saw What He’d Brought

said, writing something down, “we won’t be listing them as your support system.”

“No.”

Thomas reached for my phone. “Block them for now.”

I hesitated.

Then handed it over.

He blocked all three numbers. No ceremony. Tap, tap, tap.

Done.

It felt less dramatic than I’d expected.

More like turning off a machine that had been making noise in the next room for years.continue reading …