“You’ve served for twenty years and still live like a ghost,” my mother said. I smiled faintly. “Ghosts remember everything.” The sun had…
My father looked up from his wine glass and smirked. “Surprised you showed up. Didn’t think failures liked cake.” I paused halfway into…
My name is Rebecca Cole. I walked into our 20‑year high school reunion wearing a plain navy dress, and within five minutes, I…
They thought I wouldn’t show up. They thought shame could keep me away. I stared at the invitation for almost an hour. It…
I stepped out of the taxi in full uniform, duffel bag in hand, heart heavy with twenty‑five years of silence. Before I reached…