They Hid Me Behind A Pillar At My Brother’s Wedding

Spit. Anything.

He looked at my sleeve.

At the faint rope of scar near my wrist.

Then he kept walking.

The door shut behind him with a soft hotel click.

General Harland found me five minutes later.

“Captain.”

“Sir.”

“You all right?”

“No.”

“Good. I’d be worried if you said yes.”

He held out the photograph.

I looked at it but didn’t take it.

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