The Cookie Ghost Who Made a Forgotten Veteran’s Final Secret Come Home

“He made very particular final arrangements.”

He looked at Emma.

“He told me about you.”

Emma blinked.

“He did?”

“Yes.”

“What did he say?”

The corner of the general’s mouth moved, almost like a smile.

“He called you the quartermaster.”

Emma looked down at her shoes.

“He called me Cookie Ghost too.”

“That too.”

The elevator opened into an office that did not feel continue reading …