She had been biding.

And what finally moved her was not my father’s cruelty to her, which she had endured for decades, but his theft from the dead — the dog tags, the fallen turned into line items on a fraudulent return.

That was the line even twenty-eight years of practiced silence could not keep her behind.

Chapter 8 — You Knew

She looked at me then, and her sharp blue eyes softened by a fraction.

“Ezekiel came to me three months ago, Verity.