I had a valid visitor’s pass inside my handbag, issued at the gate earlier that morning.
But I disliked being spoken to as though I were causing trouble.
Reese leaned closer.
“Did you hear me, Grandma?”
Nearby soldiers fell silent.
A young private at the next table looked uncomfortable, but she seemed reluctant to challenge someone of higher rank.
Then Reese noticed the insignia on my collar.
He stared at it.
“Where did you get that?”
I glanced down.