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…

“What… what company is she talking about, Grant?” she demanded, her voice shrill with rising panic.

I almost felt a fleeting pang of pity for her. Almost.

“Grant never disclosed the truth to you?” I asked, feigning shock, pressing my hand to my chest.

Grant squeezed his eyes shut. A low groan vibrated in his throat.

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