Chapter 14 Farewell, Red Phantom

• Hearing those words again brought a rush of painful memories to the surface. Memories I’d scrubbed floors to forget. Memories I had cooked, gotten bullied for. Hearing those words angered me, they reminded me that I should be out there, fighting and hunting down the man who killed my father and brothers. Instead, I stand before a cook in uniform like a servant. Instead, I beg for scraps of attention from the husband who read my love letters while making love to his mistress.
• How the mighty have fallen.
• Her words are accurate, it’s foolish to deny. But how… How had someone else been there? How could the rogue spare anyone?