My one leather suitcase lay open on the metal luggage rack in the corner.

I took the copy of the quitclaim deed Glenn had given me and spread it flat on the worn bedspread.

I set my phone down right beside it.

If I let this massive federal loan default, the military would revoke my security clearance for good.

The promotion to Brigadier General set for September fourteen would be canceled on the spot.

Thirty years of spotless military service would finish in a quiet, shameful discharge.