The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

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She nodded once.

Fair.

More than fair.

She came back to the table and sank into her chair. Smaller somehow. Younger. Not by much, but enough to notice if you knew where to look.

“When did he start?” she asked.

“Dorn?”

“Yes.”

I shrugged lightly. “Probably when he figured out you were ambitious, photogenic, and willing to trust him.”

She laughed once through continue reading …