My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

born.

My skin went cold. Mom?

Voss’s image glitched. She saved Carter, he said. But she saved you first.

The monitors died. For several seconds, the only sound was rain hammering the roof. Then, from somewhere above us, a low mechanical hum rolled across the sky. Aunt June grabbed the shotgun. Mom grabbed my arm. The lights went out. In the darkness, continue reading …