My Mother Texted That I Was Locked Out, but By Morning I Had Made a Few Calls

could erase a decade of my life. They thought this was the last move in a game I had not understood I was playing.

Because they thought they had won, they were celebrating.

The corner of my mouth moved, not into a smile of amusement or happiness but into something colder, sharper. It was not joy. It was arithmetic.

I turned to my laptop.

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