My sister ripped my shirt apart in front of two hundred guests and laughed at the scars across my back. For one stunned moment, even the champagne seemed to stand still.

handed over my laptop. You called me unstable. You claimed I was obsessed with blaming the family for the Pacific Star.”

My father hissed, “Enough.”

A faint smile touched my lips. “You were right about one thing. I was obsessed.”

One of the agents touched his earpiece.

Admiral Reed stood beside me, silent and unshakable.

I pulled a small drive from my pocket continue reading …