Chapter 13 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.