Major Collins shifted slightly.
Tiny movement.
But I noticed.
This was how Evelyn worked.
Not accusations.
Suggestions.
Plant the idea first, then let everything I did afterward be interpreted through it.
“I’m fine,” I said.
Simple.Evelyn smiled as though my answer proved her point.
“Of course you are, honey,” she said gently. “We all just want what’s best for you.”
Concern used as control.
I took a sparkling water from the table.
No alcohol.
I wanted a clear head.
As I moved around the yard, I listened.
Richard mentioned I might need time.
Combat zones changed people.
Good thing I had family.
Every comment carefully framed.
By the time I told anyone the truth, they wanted everyone prepared to question it.
Smart.
Almost impressive.
I stopped near the grill.
Vance looked up.
“Hey Harper,” he said like we were old friends. “Good to see you back.”
“Lieutenant.”
