She hated how petulant she sounded at the end. Her mother’s gentle brushing of her hair and the comforting pat on her arm were like nails scraping down a chalkboard to her guilty conscience.
“Where did it go wrong?”
Sara wanted to blame Albert and his overly competent second in command, but that was petty and unhelpful. She should have anticipated everything better. That was her job.
“I was overly ambitious with the idea of moving so much earlier than in a normal war. I thought if we could take that city fast, we could spread out and hit multiple places at once. Possibly even surround a second city and siege that down as well, over a longer period of time. If I’m being honest, I was far too greedy.”
That wasn’t actually true, and she corrected herself, “No…I was overconfident. On paper
