My brother actually laughed at dinner and said, ‘I sold that useless laptop of yours for five hundred bucks. Finally got rid of your junk.’ My cousins cheered him on. Then he added, almost proudly, ‘Already handed it off to the buyer.’ I got up, stepped outside, and called my supervisor. By the time I made the report, the FBI cyber team was already tracking the device…

anger have a kind of momentum once the cap comes off.

“Did you ever ask yourself why you thought you could take it?” I asked.

He frowned. “What?”

“Not why you thought you could sell it. Why you thought you could walk into my apartment and decide something mine was yours to use.”

He stared at me through the scratched glass.

“You always acted like you wouldn’t continue reading …