The Major in the Kitchen — The Night Wendell Pruitt’s Story Fell Apart

No one had asked me that in weeks.

Not the attorneys, who needed dates and documents.

Not Rhodes, who needed updates about a schedule.

Not the guests who’d seen me enter a room and quietly dismantle a lie.

“Some days,” I said.

“Some days I’m just tired.”

She nodded.

“I used to worry you carried too much.