Chapter 5

One other thing I kinda neglected to mention: I’m a former hacker.

I started playing with computers when I was seven. I messed up my Dad’s computer, and boooooy was he mad. But rather than punishing me, he just bought another one and was like, “Eve, the broken one’s yours. Do whatever you want with it, but do NOT touch mine again.”

Within three weeks I’d learned how to install different operating systems, was messing with UNIX, and yada yada yada. You don’t care.

Suffice it to say, by fifteen I was a full-on hacker. I breached the Department of Defense’s website. I was a high-ranking member of Anonymous (hackers who try to right societal wrongs). My specialty was fucking up revenge porn sites and torching the owners’ bank accounts.

Then, when I was 17, my buddy Mailin got caught.

Mailin was the closest thing I had to a boyfriend in high school, though we never kissed or even held hands. But we were inseparable. He was a hacker, too, though not as good as me. Which is why he got caugh