That became the third mistake they made, because they honestly believed my daughter was facing this alone.
I walked toward the doorway and pulled it completely open, turning my attention down the hallway as the sound of heavy, rhythmic boots echoed closer.
It was not a single individual approaching, but an entire unit of military police advancing in flawless formation.
Major Susan Halloway entered first, her expression carved from stone, followed by two armed officers and a woman dressed in a tailored navy suit carrying a thick sealed file.
Patricia blinked repeatedly, and the slick attorney stopped speaking in the middle of his sentence.
Even the reporter lowered her camera, sensing that the balance inside the room had shifted forever.
The woman in the navy suit stepped forward before giving me a respectful nod.
“Rachel, it is good to see you,” she said.
I returned the gesture with a brief nod.
