“If My Daughter’s A General, Then I’m A Ballerina,” He Said—Until The Doors Opened

be.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Finn asked.

“I tried. At eighteen. At twenty-five. At thirty. Every time, Dad changed the subject or walked out. Eventually I stopped trying.”

The ballroom had gone quiet around us. People were watching now, not even pretending to look away.

My father’s face was red. “This is… this is absurd. If you’re really a general, then continue reading …