The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

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The Crack In Her Perfect Night

“There were three issues total,” I said.

I tapped the folder.

“Inflated supervisory duty. A dead signatory. And a recommendation memo routed through Colonel Dorn’s office that bypassed two required review channels.”

My father looked at Dorn now, not me.

“What continue reading …