investigations into the loan paperwork and federal proposal were continuing.
I never celebrated that.
Daniel was still Clara’s father.
Whatever happened between us, I wanted her someday to understand the truth without inheriting my anger.
But I also stopped protecting him from the consequences of his choices.
That was different.
After the ceremony, General Rhodes shook my hand.
“Your grandfather would have been proud.”
I looked toward Clara.
“I hope so.”
Gloria walked over carrying her.
My daughter reached for the medals on my uniform.
“No,” I laughed. “Those are
