“Those four VIP passes in the center row weren’t assigned through university enrollment,” General Vance went on, looking straight down at my family.

“The superintendent’s office issued those seats specifically under the guest speaker’s family quota.”

My mother’s smile slipped for a split second, her fingers freezing on her pearls.

Arthur reached into his vest pocket, took out his silver pocket watch, and checked the time without opening the latch.

“This morning, we honor an officer who has served three combat tours, commanded two battalions, and earned the Distinguished Honor Graduate track,” General Vance said.

Derek looked up, frowning as he scanned the back of the stage.