“Ma’am, what is really going on here?” he asked.

“My father is running a scam,” I said.

“And he’s using my newborn son to cover his tracks.”

Before Miller could answer, my cell phone on the bedside table buzzed.

The screen lit up with a text message.

It was from Claire.

I reached over and picked it up.

My thumb trembled as I swiped the screen.

The message contained a single address in Ocala.

Attached was a scanned document.

My breath caught in my throat as I read the text.

Claire had found the facility.

And she had found something else.

Something that changed everything about my husband Ethan’s deployment.

The text from Claire was long, broken into three separate messages.

My eyes scanned the attached PDF first.

It was a scanned copy of a military allotment authorization, DD Form 2558.

The form bore my husband Ethan’s name, but the signature at the bottom was a shaky, block-letter imitation of his handwriting.

Below that was a secondary signature line for the spouse.

My name was written there in neat, cursive letters.