Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

catching the raised lettering of the county court.

“Twelve o’clock,” George said, checking his gold wristwatch. “In three and a half hours, I am putting new locks on that door.”

Marcus did not reach for the paper, so I took it from George’s hand, the stiff parchment feeling cold against my skin.

“We need to pack,” I said, my voice barely continue reading …