My Father Ordered Me to Strip Off My Uniform at His Cookout

them.”

I smiled. Small. Real.

“Okay.”

Ethan came over with two sweet teas and handed me one.

“For what it’s worth,” he said, “I should’ve said something a long time ago.”

“Probably.”

He winced. “Yeah.”

“But you said it now.”

He nodded. “You really rescued hostages?”

I took a drink. “I helped put the right people at the right door.”

He stared at me a second, continue reading …