I could see the sympathetic glances from the medical staff and the comforting touches from friends who had gathered. Their gestures were kind, but they didn’t know the firestorm brewing within me. Each step I took echoed with the memory of Meadow’s frail voice, apologizing for what she had witnessed, for the betrayal she had uncovered.

The betrayal stung like shrapnel. Dennis, the man who had vowed to protect his family, had become the enemy. And Serena, my own sister, had conspired in this treachery. The anger was a living thing, coursing through my veins, demanding retribution.

I knew what I had to do. The military had taught me more than just combat skills; it had taught me strategy. I had to be methodical, precise. Dennis and Serena would not escape this easily. I wouldn’t let them.