The night my sister forgot to lock her iPad, I found the group chat my family never meant me to see. In it, they mocked me, used me, and joked that I’d keep funding their lives if they faked love well enough. I said nothing. I let them feel safe.
At 8:12 on a Tuesday night, I was standing in my sister Lauren’s kitchen in Columbus Ohio, holding her unlocked iPad in both hands while a pot of boxed macaroni boiled over on the stove. I had only picked it up because it wouldn’t stop buzzing. I thought maybe one of her kids’ schools…
