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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…

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Her face tightened. “I came because your father won’t say this right and Rachel has her own problems and I am trying to hold this family together.”

I laughed once, quietly, because there it was again—that old assumption that holding the family together meant asking me to absorb more.

“You’re trying to hold Derek together,” I said.

“He’s my son.”

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