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…

in front of me, and suddenly, a low, dark chuckle bubbled up from my chest.

I started laughing.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t hysterical. It was a cold, razor-sharp sound that made the hairs on the back of Dr. Thorne’s neck stand up. I laughed because, in that crystalline moment, the sheer absurdity of the situation crystallized.

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