I begged my husband to take me to the ER while I was in labor, but he called me dramatic and left for his mother’s birthday—two days later, he returned expecting his newborn, only to find military vehicles surrounding the house.

Four stars shone on his shoulders.

Ryan’s smile vanished.

“Who are you?” he asked, his voice cracking before the question was finished.

The general turned. His eyes were calm, but something in them made Ryan feel smaller than he had ever felt.

“I’m General Thomas Bennett,” the man said. “Claire’s father.”

Ryan blinked.

“Claire’s… father?”

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