PART 13

Three weeks later, the engagement was officially canceled.
Fiona’s command opened an inquiry.
Her social media disappeared.
The glossy magazine feature about “the sniper bride” vanished from its website overnight.
Arthur called me seven times before I finally answered.
When I did, he didn’t ask me to forgive Fiona.
He didn’t ask me to fix the family.
He only said, “I want to know what you actually do.”
So I told him what I could.
Not the classified parts.
Not the names.
Not the places that still lived in sealed files and sleepless nights.
But enough.
Enough for him to understand that his quiet daughter had never been hiding in a supply closet.
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She had been standing behind the line, deciding who was ready to carry a rifle…
And who was only carrying pride.