It had opened the front door to every Thanksgiving dinner, every childhood birthday party, and every quiet Sunday morning of my life.

Glenn had managed to change the lock.

The old brass key didn’t open anything anymore.

My family was gone for good.

I’d spent the past four weeks trying to fix my brother and protect our family’s name.

I’d treated him like a muddled civilian who had simply made a terrible financial mistake.

He wasn’t a muddled civilian.

He was an active and hostile threat to a Marine officer.