They truly believed my service was a weapon they could use against me.

They thought my uniform made me an absent mother who deserved to lose everything.

I rubbed the brass button on my cuff until the joint of my thumb ached.

“Is there a notary stamp on the last page?” Rebecca asked.

Marcus checked the back of the document.

“Yes,” Marcus said.

“It belongs to a Thomas Gable.

We can track him down by noon.”