A bitter laugh escaped me. “That might be the first wedding gift he ever gave me.”
Sarah did not laugh, but her eyes softened. “It may protect your pension.”
My pension.
The word steadied me.
Not because money mattered more than betrayal, but because my retirement was not just money. It was twenty-two years of service. It was missed holidays, desert heat, cold bases, bad coffee, folded flags, names I still could not say without pausing. It was the proof that my life had belonged to something larger than Ryan’s resentment.
He had tried to reach backward and steal even that.
My phone rang.
Unknown number.
Sarah looked at it. “Let it go.”
I did.
