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

Not from him. From the team leader. Center mass.

The man slid down the door and stayed there.

Greg was on his ass in the street staring at his own truck like it had insulted him personally.

My father had thrown himself over my mother. Billy was moving neighbors behind the low retaining wall with a voice I’d never heard him use before. Good voice. Army continue reading …