They Disowned Me At My Own Birthday Dinner—Three Days Later, They Wouldn’t Stop Calling

The body was already dead. I was just showing everyone how it died.

“Goodbye,” I said.

I clicked.

Five minutes passed. Ten.

Then my phone lit up.

Incoming call: Dad.

I watched it ring.

Incoming call: Mom. Incoming call: Brooklyn.

The texts started.

Dad: Maya, pick up the phone. Dad: What did you send? Mom: Are you insane? You sent that to the board. Brooklyn:continue reading …