My sister believed my Navy uniform would spoil the image of her royal-style wedding. So she removed me from the guest list, posed happily for the cameras, and acted as if I had never existed.

on the shattered pieces.

Emily did it.

Then I was fourteen again, watching Rachel wear the dress she had borrowed from me after telling me no one wanted me at the school dance anyway.

You don’t mind, right?

Then I was twenty-two, leaving for my first deployment while she stood in the doorway rolling her eyes.

Try not to come back acting important.

And then continue reading …