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…

do anything,” he said finally.

That was the closest he had ever come to honesty.

Not because you needed the money.

Not because you didn’t know.

Because you thought I would absorb it.

He rushed to fill the silence. “I mean—you never pushed back. Not with Mom and Dad. Not when people joked. Not when I borrowed stuff.”

“Borrowed?”

He flinched.

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