The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

getting cold somewhere.

Abigail stood and walked to the window. The suite overlooked the dark water beyond the terrace, black with bits of reflected chandelier light.

Without turning around, she asked, “Did everyone out there hear?”

“Not the details,” I said.

“But they know something.”

“Yes.”

She nodded. Still facing the glass.

My mother started crying then,continue reading …