Bianca

Marco’s name lit up my screen at night. I picked up the phone. “Hello, Cousin.”

“I’m doing your job for you,” he sounded irritated right off the bat.

I blinked. “What?”

“Where are you?” he asked.

“You’re probably home alone, laid up in bed while I do your work for you…” he sounded really pissed.

I sat upright. “What is it, Marco?”

“I said,” he snapped, “I’m doing your job for you. You remember your job? Or have you forgotten that too?”

I stood to my feet. “Of course I remember…”

“Then where are you, Bianca?”

“Home.”

“I set him off, he’s spiraling, and you’re nowhere to be found.”...