“Your husband is the one who filed the report, Captain,” Vance said quietly.

The metal table seemed to tilt beneath my hands.

“What?” I asked.

“The anonymous tip wasn’t entirely anonymous,” Vance said.

“The IP address of the sender matches your husband’s personal phone.”

“He attached a sworn statement alleging that he found foreign contact names on your personal devices.”

I sat frozen in the chair, the silence in the room heavy and suffocating.

He didn’t just want a divorce.

He wanted to destroy my career.

If I was convicted of espionage, I would lose my clearance, my commission, and my freedom.

And I would certainly lose custody of Emma.

Patricia would make sure of that, using my disgrace as proof that I was an unfit mother.

“This is a setup, Major,” I said, my voice shaking slightly before I forced it to steady.

“I am an officer of the United States Army.”

“I have served honorably for ten years.”

“Why would I sell secrets from my own living room?”

“That is what the Criminal Investigation Division will determine,” Vance said.