My Family Asked What Emergency Needed The Receptionist

called from the living room, “Don’t hire him. He loses keys.”

For the first time in twelve hours, I laughed for real.

It hurt my throat.

My phone buzzed one more time.

Peter.

I answered without asking permission.

“Megan,” he said, “Westbridge is contained. CISA wants you on a press briefing at nine.”

I looked at the clock on the microwave.

6:41.

Mom pulled continue reading …