Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell

The looping cursive spelled out Martha.

“Aunt Martha was the witness on this forgery,” I said.

“She knows how to look after her real family,” Glenn said.

I let the papers drop to my side and looked down at the heavy steel deadbolt waiting on the blue towel.

“You’re not changing the locks to keep the local bank out,” I said.

“You’re a guest here, Sarah,” Glenn said.

“And you’re not welcome anymore.”