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…

breathed out slowly.

That afternoon I met Rachel again, this time at her house because federal agents had already been through it and she no longer seemed to care who saw the disorder. Toys all over the living room. A couch cushion on the floor. A bowl of stale Goldfish on the coffee table like proof that children keep eating no matter what adults destroy.continue reading …