My Sister Broke a Bottle on Me at Her Wedding

from his face.

His hands started shaking.

He looked from the dog tag…

…to my face…

…then back again.

Someone quietly asked if everything was alright.

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he took one slow step toward me.

Then another.

Until he was standing directly over me.

When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.

“Where…”

He swallowed hard.

“…where did continue reading …