My Brother Arrested Me At Thanksgiving Dinner

stop breathing.

He saluted me.

“Ma’am,” he said. “We have a situation in sector seven. The Director needs you airborne in forty minutes.”

James’s hand fell off my arm like it had been burned.

“Wait—” he stammered. “Wait. She’s—who is she?”

Rock turned slowly. Looked James up and down. Looked at the handcuffs. Looked at the badge on his belt.

Then he leaned continue reading …