My Family Toasted

poking around in things you don’t understand.”

I looked at Rebecca’s muted square on my laptop. Her expression sharpened.

“What things?”

Dad caught himself.

“Nothing,” he said.

But it was too late.

Nothing always means a door.

And I had just heard it unlock.

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