“Nothing further.”

Trevor’s lawyer stood up, studying a single index card in his hand.

“General Hensley, you’ve had a strained relationship with my client for years now, haven’t you?” the lawyer asked.

“I’ve been assessing Mr.

Sutton’s character since April of 2007,” my father said.

“My assessment hasn’t changed.”

“You went to that house looking for an excuse to interfere, didn’t you?” the lawyer asked.

“I went to that house to get my granddaughter out of twenty-two-degree cold,” my father said.