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

was hungry.”

The general nodded.

“That is the truth. Hold on to it.”

Emma sat on the floor with Elias’s journal open in her lap.

“Can I tell them Mr. Hank used my cookies to find his friend?”

The general looked at her.

Then he smiled.

“Yes, Quartermaster. You can say exactly that.”

The deposition room was cold.

Not hospital cold.

Office cold.

Dark table.

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