I then stood and gestured toward the door, dismissing him. He left with his hands clasped behind his back, his face dark with anger.
“You’ll regret this, Shannon,” he said before disappearing down the hall.
After he left, I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn’t called in years.
“How should we deal with someone who deliberately caused the death of a decorated soldier’s daughter?”
The voice on the other end roared instantly. “Investigate, of course! I want every detail. I want to see who’s got the guts to kill your daughter right under my nose!”
I had once left my position in a classified unit to return home, so I could fully support Max’s career.
And only this was what I got in return.
Shannon's POV
After hanging up the phone, I looked down at the black-and-white photo of my daughter. The pain in my chest felt like my heart was being ripped apart.
Just two days ago, she was in my arms, giggling and begging me to take her to the beach. Now, all that was left of her was a jar of ashes.
The next morning, I had barely gotten out of bed when I saw more than a dozen missed calls on my phone, all from Max. He must have already gotten the news.
Yet I blocked his number without hesitation.