You Should See Me in a Crown

by Leah Johnson

“How does she even know what data is?” Robbie whisper-hisses in my direction as the front door clicks shut behind her. I’m laughing as I drain the sudsy water from the sink. “The elders are evolving, and it’s going to ruin us all.”

Silence and shame aren’t the same thing—not by a longshot. But sometimes silence is simpler.