My Mom Said It Was Just A Toy When My Brother Ruined My Research Computer Before Graduation

late nights and early mornings and missed social invitations. Everything I needed for the Sterling Design Competition was drowning in that green puddle. The competition submission was due in eight days.

I stared at him and could not breathe.

“Why?” I whispered.

Matthew shrugged, looking completely unbothered. “I texted you three hours ago. I told you continue reading …