Daniel remained beside me.
Then his expression changed.
“Kate.”
I looked up.
His hand rested on the sealed Army folder.
“What?”
“He’s here.”
“Who?”
Daniel stepped back.
The White House doors opened.
General Vance came through.
He paused near the entrance.
Looked across the security line.
And found me immediately.
PART 2 — THE NAME INSIDE THE SEALED FOLDER
The following morning, Daniel was already reading the sealed Army folder when I poured coffee into my blue mug.
The mug had cost three dollars years earlier.
A tiny Army star sticker clung near the handle.
One corner had started peeling.
Daniel tapped the folder.