She pointed a manicured finger at the front door.

“You have until midnight to pack your bags and leave,” Patricia said.

“And you are leaving the baby here.”

I felt a surge of adrenaline.

“I am not leaving Emma,” I said, my hands clenching into fists.

“She is my daughter.”

“We will see what a family court says about an absent mother,” Patricia sneered.

General Hayes turned his head slightly toward me.

“Captain Morgan,” he said.

“Sir?” I replied.

“Go upstairs and pack your belongings,” Hayes said.

“Pack everything you and Emma will need for the next month.”

“Where will I go, sir?” I asked.

“I have already authorized temporary officer quarters for you on the base,” Hayes said.

“The gate guards have been instructed to deny entry to anyone not on your approved visitor list.”

“You and your daughter will be safe there.”

I looked at Daniel, hoping to see some spark of regret, some sign of the man I had married.

He only stared at the floor, refusing to look at me or his mother.

“Thank you, sir,” I said to the General.