detonating a bridge.
“What if they lose it?” I asked.
“They will.”
“What if Dad calls me selfish?”
“He will.”
“What if Derek…”
“Especially him.”
I clicked. The site asked if I was sure. I clicked again. A spinning circle appeared. For three seconds, I felt the old version of myself standing behind my chair, begging me to be reasonable, to smooth it over, continue reading …
