He didn’t ask to see the screen, but his steady gaze stayed calm on my face.

“She found out who you are,” I said, laying the phone face down next to my plate.

“People usually look up military names online when they feel their authority slipping,” my father said in his quiet way.

He reached across the small table and gently wiped a dab of strawberry jam off Noah’s chin with a napkin.

“What do you plan to do about Ethan?” my father asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.