There I was, sitting at the breakfast table just peeling my hard boiled egg, like every other Saturday morning. But, this morning felt different..
"ALLY!!! Ally. Look at this. Look. Read it," my twin sister, Angie said as she handed me the newpaper.
"Oh Angie, you're such a nerd," I said because she always gets the newspaper a day before it comes out, finds a good story and shows it to me.
"Read it," Angie said sternly.
It read,
BENJAMEN HARTLY, A BRITISH AMERICAN SOLDIER, FOUND DEAD ON RAILROAD TRACKS
"Dad."