A Sister's Unyielding Fury

vet boxes. Mom's. Dad's. Then there was Michael's Medal of Honor, the star-s

er crash during a humanitarian mission in Af

oes. The nati

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ly collec

st me, Katherine, and my

heroes, the

ourselves

one. Always saw the good, e

like Dad. Brac

like a calm summer day

. He was charming, kind, a juni

ll the ri

ngton, near the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier,

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acred, Izzy. I'll spend

since Michael's flag-draped coffin, I

it. God, sh

A small, simple ring. Isabell

home. A family to rep

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solid. D

was always scanning the hori

ella was

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all

was planned

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sigh, twirling a pencil. "Just a small

ing a smile.

when the house was quiet, I'

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