My Sister Humiliated Me at the Ball Until I Let the Countdown Speak for Me

military salute, directed over the wine stain still drying on my uniform.

“Captain.”

The word filled the room in the way that a word with weight behind it fills a room, not by volume but by the silence it creates around itself.

Khloe’s phone hit the marble. She did not notice. The screen cracked along a diagonal. She was looking at me with an expression continue reading …