My sister smashed my glasses the morning of my thesis defense. ‘I guess you’ll have to fail,’ she laughed.

it be worth?

Who owned the patent?

Would I “share with family”?

Two weeks earlier, I had walked into my room and found one of my desk drawers open.

So I stopped leaving anything important there.

I picked up the tape but didn’t use it.

Lila laughed. “What? Too proud?”

“No,” I said. “Just thinking.”

She mistook calm for defeat.

They all did.

Dad stood. “You should call the department and apologize. Maybe they’ll let you reschedule next semester.”

“Next semester?” Lila said, delighted. “That’s generous.”

My phone had disappeared