The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

My father looked at me with something raw and late in his eyes. Regret, maybe. Maybe just shock that I existed outside the story they’d written.

Abigail stepped away from the microphone and came toward me through the noise.

When she reached me, she said under her breath, “I hate this.”

“I know.”

“I might hate you a little.”

“I know that too.”

She gave the continue reading …