Ryan had posted.
Of course he had.
Not the full video. Not the truth. Just a carefully cropped photograph of my shaved head, taken from the bedroom doorway, paired with a caption about “mental breakdowns,” “career obsession,” and “what the Army does to women who abandon family.”
My stomach turned, but my face remained still.
“How far has it spread?” I asked.
“Small so far. A few dozen shares. Mostly his circle.”
“Preserve everything.”
“Already done, ma’am.”
I looked at him.
He gave the smallest shrug. “You hired competent people.”
That almost made me smile.
