They Called Me A Nobody—Until Someone Said “Welcome Back, General”

invited me—technically. A courtesy invite, like you send someone the link to a baby shower you don’t actually expect them to attend.

The first round of small talk was almost tolerable, the kind of surface conversation that lets everyone pretend everything is normal.

“So, Lena,” Dad said, cutting into his steak like it had personally offended him, sawing continue reading …