Chapter 9 - WALKING AWAYI adjusted the lapel of my dark blazer, picked up my field bag from the service hallway table, and turned toward the grand double doors.
“Maren! Wait! Please!” my mother cried out, crawling a few inches across the floor toward me, her manicured hands grasping uselessly at the air. “We’re your family! You can’t just leave us like this! Help us!”
I stopped at the threshold, looking back over my shoulder one last time.
“You told me to stay by the service hallway because I would embarrass the family,” I said quietly. “You were right, Mother. I don't belong in a room built on lies.”
I walked out through the double doors, stepping out into the cool, refreshing night air of Hilton Head.
The stars overhead were bright and clear, completely untainted by the artificial glare of crystal chandeliers.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked the secure terminal.
“Secure transport waiting at Gate 4. Ready for deployment to Washington, Colonel.”
I tapped a quick confirmation reply, slipped the phone back into my pocket, and walked down the illuminated pathway toward the waiting car.
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