Me: "what do you want" The gray circle: "To be family." Me: "you're not family" It sent a photo of our fridge. Zoomed in on the school pictures under the magnets. Me. Zoe. Sam. And a fourth picture. A boy none of us knew, in an old brown frame. Zoe: "im in the kitchen. guys." Zoe: "the fourth picture is really on the fridge. it wasn't there at dinner."

Sam started crying. Mom turned the wifi off at the wall, like that would do anything. The gray circle posted one more time: "New rule. Nobody leaves the group again." That was two years ago. We text good morning every single day, all five of us. We have never missed a day. We don't say why. On my aunt's phone, our family chat shows five members. On ours, six. We don't talk about it. We just never leave.