Chapter 7 - THE REUNION THAT WASN'T
Friday evening brought an unexpected visitor to my secure residential quarters at Fort Myer.
I was reviewing operational manifests when the buzzer rang. Opening the door, I found my younger sister, Chloe—the only member of my immediate family who had consistently refused to participate in Derek and my parents' endless campaigns of belittlement.
Chloe stood on the porch holding a small duffel bag, looking exhausted, her eyes red-rimmed from crying.
“Chloe?” I stepped aside, holding the door wide. “What are you doing here? How did you get past the checkpoint?”
“I showed the military police my nursing badge and told them my sister was a general who could have me executed if I didn’t get inside,” she said with a weak, tired smile.
I closed the door and locked it, motioning her toward the sofa. “Want some coffee? Water?”
“Water is fine, thanks.” She sank into the cushions, burying her face in her hands for a moment before looking up. “It’s a madhouse back home, Harper. Total war zone.”
“I heard about the warehouses,” I said, handing her a bottle of cold water. “Dad’s business is finished.”
“It’s worse than that,” Chloe whispered. “Mom is threatening to divorce him because she found out her secret retirement savings account was wiped out to pay off Derek’s failed real estate ventures. Derek is locked in his apartment refusing to answer his phone. And Uncle George called a family emergency meeting last night where everyone shouted at each other for four hours straight.”
She looked at me, a mixture of guilt and awe in her eyes. “Did you... did you orchestrate all of this?”
I sat down in the armchair opposite her, my expression calm. “Chloe, I didn't orchestrate my father committing thirty years of tax fraud. I didn't force Derek to assault a federal officer in front of thirty witnesses. All I did was stop protecting them from the consequences of their own actions.”
Chloe let out a long, shuddering breath. “They deserved it. Every single one of them. For years, they treated you like an invisible maid who happened to wear a uniform sometimes. They never cared about your service. They only cared about what they could brag about to the neighbors.”
“I know,” I said softly. “That’s why I stopped coming home for holidays years ago. Memorial Day was just the final ledger entry.”
“Are you staying in DC?”
“Brussels on Sunday. NATO summit.”
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Chloe smiled, a genuine, proud expression that made her look so much like the little sister I used to protect when we were kids. “General Carter. Damn, Harper. You really turned out to be someone incredible.”
“I had good mentors,” I replied, standing up to check my watch. “And bad examples to learn from.”
