Returning from a classified military assignment, I found my five-year-old daughter kneeling on the cold floor. A strange woman stood over her, saying, “This is the only way spoiled children learn.” She didn’t know I was a special operations officer, and she was about to find out…

frantically checking her shoulders as if she were the one in mortal peril.

Vanessa collapsed dramatically against his chest, her body going entirely limp, executing a theatrical performance that clearly had been rehearsed. “She attacked me, Grant!” she wailed, burying her face in his cashmere lapel. “She barged in here like some deranged militant and continue reading …