Martha let her silver spoon fall onto the porch boards.

It gave a small clink and then rolled off the edge into the dead hydrangeas below.

“Eleanor, please,” Martha said, her soft voice shaking.

“Think about your baby.

What will people say about your family?”

“My child is going to grow up in David’s house,” I said.

“And she’ll know her father was an honest officer.”

Captain Keller tapped the screen of a small black handheld reader.