. “We have our orders.”
Solomon took a deep breath, maintaining his composure. “I’m here to honor my son. I’m not going anywhere.”
Yet, the guards were insistent, their presence a growing shadow over what should have been a day of celebration. Just as Solomon contemplated his next move, an unexpected chorus of voices interrupted the confrontation.
“Is there a problem here?” The voice was calm but authoritative, commanding attention. Solomon turned to see six men standing in unison several rows down. The distinctive insignia of the Navy SEALs adorned their suits, unmistakable to anyone familiar with the military.
