My mind raced back to the investigator training I had received at the Department of Defense.

I knew how these paper trails worked.

Every forged signature left a digital footprint when it was uploaded to the military portal.

“The IP addresses,” I said. “They would have submitted the allotment changes from a home computer.”

“We can verify that,” Miller said. “But right now, we need to secure your immediate safety.”

“I need to get to Ocala,” I said, trying to swing my legs out of the hospital bed.

A sharp pain flared in my abdomen, reminding me of the recent delivery.

Lena immediately stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“You’re not going anywhere yet, Rachel,” Lena said. “You just gave birth yesterday.”

“I can’t just sit here while they control my husband’s life,” I said.

“You won’t have to,” Miller said. “I’m going to contact the base legal office and the local sheriff’s department.”

He handed my phone back to me.

“Keep this locked,” he said. “Do not show your family what you have.”

He walked to the door, opened it, and stepped into the hallway.