My Sister Broke a Bottle on Me at Her Wedding

would change when there was glass between us.

It didn’t.

“You look thin,” he said.

“You look comfortable.”

His mouth twitched.

“I loved you.”

“That makes it worse.”

He had no answer.

I took the burned dog tag from my pocket and set it on the metal table.

He stared at it.

“The night you reported me dead, did you know I was alive?”

He looked toward the guard.

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