The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

left.

The MPs went with him.

And suddenly it was just us.

No chandeliers.

No orchestra.

No audience to perform for.

Abigail spoke first.

“You knew. Before you came.”

“Yes.”

“And you still came.”

“Yes.”

She gave a short laugh that had no humor in it. “Why?”

I looked at her.

Because despite everything, I remembered being eleven and walking her home after a boy shoved continue reading …