My Sister Called Me a Leech at Thanksgiving Until a Colonel Stood Up and Changed the Room

wine and a book about NSA history that she gave me wrapped in a paper bag. It was the quietest Christmas of my adult life and I will not pretend it did not sting. But it was also the first in years where I did not have to sit across from Amanda absorbing whatever version of me she had decided to present to the room.

At Fort Bragg, Jake had begun his continue reading …