My Family Toasted

said.

“I need my daughter.”

I looked at him.

“No,” I said. “You need the daughter you trained to save everyone from consequences. She doesn’t work here anymore.”

He left without another word.

I closed the door.

Then I sat on the floor of my entryway and cried so hard the tea went cold.

January was brutal.

Not emotionally.

Operationally.

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