The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

his eyes.

I said nothing.

This wasn’t my part.

Then Abigail looked at me again, and this part was.

“Did you think I knew?” she asked.

I considered lying. Softening it. Doing what families do when they’re desperate to keep the walls pretty.

I didn’t.

“I thought you knew some of it was being polished,” I said. “I don’t think you knew about the forged signature.continue reading …