He glanced at Rachel, who had already handed the documentation to the event organizers. He nodded.

Corinne stood at the microphone.

“My husband is right about one thing tonight,” she said. “Military families sacrifice. Mothers, fathers, husbands, wives, children — they all know the weight of absence.

But a sacrifice only means something when it’s respected. Not when it’s used to steal savings, tell lies, and hurt a child.”

Ross took a step toward her. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I know exactly what I’m saying.”