Brooke Sterling — The Secret Behind the Military Lighter
“I know exactly what I’m saying.”
The supervisor called hospital security.
She asked Frank to step aside so staff could reach me.
He did so immediately, placing the lighter on the tray beside my hearing aid case and folding his hands in front of him.
Harold finally spoke.
“Frank, you and I need to talk privately.”
Frank met his eyes.
“Thirty years ago, perhaps.