Ryan had just confirmed more with a glance than he could deny with a speech.
I turned to the captain. “I will not speak with him further without counsel present.”
Ryan shot to his feet again. “Mara!”
I walked away while he shouted my name.
Each step felt like pulling a nail out of my own chest.
Back in my office, my attorney called.
Sarah Noland had represented me through one minor property dispute years earlier and had since become the calmest voice in any legal storm. She was sharp, relentless, and allergic to melodrama.
“Mara,” she said, “are you alone?”
“With General Halvorsen.”
“Good. Put me on speaker.”
I did.
Sarah did not waste time. “Ryan’s legal name may not be Ryan Hale.”
The general’s eyes narrowed.
I gripped the edge of my desk.
Sarah continued, “The sealed record is from thirty-one years ago. A child named Ryan Michael Hale died in infancy. His death certificate was filed in Virginia. Several months later, a different child began appearing under that same identity in medical, school, and benefit records.”
