The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

folded her hands on the table. Too neatly.

“I didn’t falsify anything.”

That, at least, sounded honest.

I believed her.

Not innocent. But not the architect.

“I didn’t say you did,” I answered.

Her eyes narrowed. “Then why are we in here?”

General Halverson pulled out the empty chair at the head of the table and finally sat.

“Because your file reached final continue reading …