After My Sister-In-Law Downgraded My Seat, A Four-Star General Stepped In

mid-twenties, wearing a hoodie, with the alert eyes of someone who noticed things—had his phone angled forward. He wasn’t filming me. He was documenting the situation.

General Flynn’s attention returned to me, steady and assessing.

“I recognized your name,” he said. “Zariah West.”

My chest constricted.

“Sir,” I managed, the word emerging from pure training.continue reading …