“No.”
I squeezed Daniel’s hand.
“We’re finishing our wedding.”
The music started again.
Guests returned to the dance floor.
For the first time in years, I celebrated without pretending to be someone else.
Eleven months later, Richard Vale pleaded guilty to procurement fraud, conspiracy, and witness tampering. He was sentenced to nine years in federal prison.
Camille admitted her role in falsifying compliance documents and attempting to destroy evidence. She received a four-year sentence.
Vale Dynamics was dismantled, while its legitimate divisions were sold to protect innocent employees from losing their jobs.
Rosa Kim received federal whistleblower recognition for exposing the fraud.
The injured sailors were compensated through the recovery fund.
Daniel and I moved to a quiet home overlooking Chesapeake Bay.
I accepted command of a Navy safety unit dedicated to ensuring that no contractor could ever place profit above the lives of service members again.
On our first wedding anniversary, I wore the same sleeveless wedding dress by the water.
Sunlight rested across every scar.
Admiral Cross smiled as she raised her glass.
“Still feel damaged, Lieutenant?”
I looked toward the bay and smiled.
“No, ma’am.”
“I’m decorated.”
