He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

because men like him always do. “Now hold on. If you were some high-ranking officer, this family would’ve known.”

“No,” I said. “You would’ve listened.”

That landed.

Not dramatic. Just flat. True. Worse.

He blinked at me. Dad looked like somebody had swapped out the furniture in his head while he was in the kitchen.

At the drinks table, Mrs. Dillard from continue reading …