My Family Toasted

know yet.”

It felt strange how powerful those words were.

I don’t know yet.

In my father’s company, uncertainty had been treated as weakness, so people lied.

In mine, uncertainty would be a starting point.

Around five, Elena found me in the old dispatch office.

“You did good,” she said.

Coming from Elena, that was a parade.

“Thank you.”

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