The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

moved.

Not even a little.

My mother’s lips parted. Closed. Opened again.

Colonel Dorn spoke first. “There may be an older draft in the file.”

“No,” I said. “There’s your office transmittal metadata embedded in the PDF. Uploaded Tuesday at 9:12 p.m.”

He went rigid.

General Halverson said, “Continue.”

So I did.

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