My Family Insulted Me, Then My Sister’s Husband, a Highly Decorated Navy Officer, Saluted Me
My name is Eliza Rowan. I’m thirty-three years old, and for most of my adult life I’ve been the kind of person who exists in family rooms the way wallpaper exists. Present. Useful. Rarely noticed unless someone needs the light switch. It wasn’t because I disappeared. I never made a dramatic exit or moved across…