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The hospital corridor felt suddenly airless, choked by the arrogant smirk plastered across Gregory Ferguson’s face. They thought a few tailored suits and a rolled-up list of local political connections shielded them from consequence. They looked at my service uniform and saw only a badge of employment, a government worker they could intimidate with a well-placed bribe or a whispered threat to a corrupt judge. / Chapter 8 / 8

Chapter 8 - The Sunset's True ColorsTwo weeks later, the autumn air at Fort Liberty carried the crisp, refreshing scent of pine and approaching winter.

Abigail and I stood together on the wide balcony of our quarters, watching the sun dip slowly below the horizon. The sky was an explosion of brilliant crimson, deep violet, and liquid gold—painting the horizon in the exact same vibrant shades she used to describe to me over crackling satellite phone calls during my darkest deployments overseas.

My black military dress uniform hung neatly in the wardrobe inside, the polished medals catching the last amber rays of sunlight through the glass door.

My phone buzzed on the patio table.

It was a secure notification from the Department of Defense legal command: All federal indictments confirmed. Trial dates set. Asset liquidation ordered for the Ferguson Foundation, with full restitution directed to victims of domestic extortion and abuse.

I swiped the notification away, letting the screen fade to black.

Abigail turned her face toward the fading sunlight, taking a deep, steady breath of the cool evening air.

"The sunset looks incredible tonight, Mom," she said softly, her voice steady, confident, and completely free of fear.

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