She said every one of their names.
Not mine.
I kept my hands folded and my jaw firm. I wasn’t about to give anyone in that room the satisfaction of turning my hurt into a scene.
Then the rear doors swung open.
A senior officer walked in wearing full dress uniform. Heads turned. Caitlyn stumbled over her next words. My father’s shoulders stiffened.
The officer scanned the auditorium once.
His gaze settled on me.
He stopped.
Recognition flashed across his face, instant and unmistakable. Then he turned toward the last row and started walking directly down the aisle toward me. »
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