My family branded me a lunatic for ten years—then I walked into federal court in uniform as the government’s key witness against their golden child

to the microphone.

“Please state your name and rank for the record.”

I leaned in. “Lieutenant Commander Lauren Moore, United States Navy.”

I saw Grant’s lead defense attorney—a shark in a gray pinstripe suit named Marcus Vance—scribble something furiously on a legal pad. Vance suddenly shot to his feet, knocking his chair back with a loud screech.

“Objection,continue reading …