“Your mother contacted several people last night. A local attorney. A congressman. And someone in the Judge Advocate’s office.”
Rebecca said nothing.
But inside, something cold settled into place.
They were already trying to protect him.
Three days later, Rebecca left the hospital.
She moved slowly, still weak from the trauma and surgery, but she refused a wheelchair. Every step down the corridor echoed with quiet determination.
Outside, reporters had already gathered.
The story had leaked.
A pregnant Marine officer attacked during her own promotion ceremony.
Flashbulbs exploded as she stepped outside.
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