The silence that fell over the foyer was absolute, suffocating, and heavy with the immediate scent of polished leather and starch from the officer’s uniform. Camila’s arrogant, mocking grin violently shattered, her fingers clutching the gold-embossed military stationary so tightly the edges began to tear. My stepsisters frozen mid-laugh, their cheap designer jewelry rattling as … Continue reading Part 2: The Audit of the Veteran’s Trust