The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

when your sister’s name sat beside it.

My mother read the first paragraph and pushed the paper away like it was greasy.

“This is absurd.”

My father said nothing.

Abigail read all of it.

Color drained from her face line by line.

Then she looked at Dorn again, and this time there was no polish left in her expression.

“What did you do?”

The Mentor

I’ve seen men continue reading …