My mother-in-law shaved my head while I slept on the very night the United States Army promoted me into one of the most important commands of my career.

came instantly. “I do not request leave.”

A faint approval passed across his face. “Understood.”

Sarah said, “Mara, do not return home. Do not answer Ryan. Do not answer Linda. Send everything to me.”

I looked at the neat rows of folders on my desk. Intelligence briefings. Personnel rosters. Transition orders. The architecture of responsibility.

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