I Opened a .mil Email the Night My Family Buried Me Alive

tell them. Mom handled that.”

I closed my eyes for one second. Opened them again.

“You stood there and let it happen.”

He got quiet. Then, angry in that soft way he used when he wanted to sound rational. “You don’t get it, Becks. Everything in this family becomes about proving you’re better.”

There it was again.

The old family religion.

I said, “No. Everything continue reading …