SevenIf I think about it hard enough I can remember the last time we were all together. When I do, it all comes tumbling out and there's not much I can do to prevent it.
It was a Wednesday, the memory is that clear. I'd come in from school, because three years ago we still went to a building where real teachers took us into the computer suites, made sure we plugged ourselves in, before they disappeared to over-see what we did from another room, brim full of monitors. From there they registered our every tic and shrug, and logged every single action we made on the computer. If we ever had a problem, a real human being would come and help us. It seems like an age ago now, so much has happened since, but that's how it was.
Until that Wednesday.
I remember when I came home that day, Nan had
