Through the glass panes of the front door, I saw a black government SUV parked behind my car.

Two men in service dress uniforms were walking up the concrete steps.

Leading them was Lieutenant General Robert Hayes.

His face was grim, his eyes fixed on the house.

I opened the door before he could knock.

“Captain Morgan,” General Hayes said, his voice carrying the authority of a man who commanded thousands.

“Sir,” I said, saluting automatically despite my civilian clothes.

He returned the salute with a brief, crisp motion.

“We have a situation,” Hayes said, stepping into the foyer.

The two officers behind him remained on the porch, their eyes scanning the suburban street.

Daniel stepped forward, putting on a face of polite concern.

“General Hayes,” Daniel said, extending his hand. “I’m Daniel, Morgan’s husband. Is everything alright?”

Hayes ignored the outstretched hand and kept his eyes on me.

“Captain, the cybersecurity division at the base flagged an unauthorized login attempt on your secure terminal ten minutes ago,” Hayes said.

My heart stopped.

“Ten minutes ago, sir?” I asked.