At My Purple Heart Ceremony, My Stepmother Swung a Folding Chair Into My Arm—Then My Father Looked Down Instead of Protecting Me
Not panic.
Scan.
Rows of faces.
No Gertrude.
No Charles staring at his shoes.
Actually, Charles wasn’t there.
I had not invited him.
Not punishment.
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