none.
I stepped inside and closed the door.
The lock clicked.
Final.
I didn’t watch them leave.
I went into the kitchen and made coffee.
Simple.
Routine.
Normal.
I carried the mug into the living room and sat down.
Sunlight came through the windows, clean and uninterrupted.
For the first time in a long time, there was no pressure behind the quiet.
Only space.
The aftermath came quickly.
Vance’s court-martial proceedings started fast.
Fraud tied to financial misconduct.
Security clearance gone.
Career over.
Discharge followed.
Not honorable.
Not even close.
