Arden looks helplessly around Ivey’s room, her eyes darting wildly from the closet to the backpack on the floor to the drawers of her desk, wishing she could tear it all apart and uncover some piece of her child, something stashed away, hidden. Letters, a diary, poems, notes she’s passed to friends in class. Arden used to do that, save all her notes in a shoebox, but she won’t find any of that in here. Kids don’t write anymore. There are no more paper trails. Everything is on their phone now, locked behind impenetrable passcodes or messages that evaporate into thin air. Technology makes them as slippery as eels. Arden has never felt so powerless.
Joanna Goodman, “The Inheritance”, Harper Collins 2024
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