The General did not move, but his jaw tightened until a muscle twitched in his cheek.

“Your property, Lieutenant Colonel?” the General asked, his voice dangerously quiet.

“You just attempted to seize evidence in my presence.”

“It’s a setup, sir,” Andrew said, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Miller forced him back.

“She forged these documents to destroy my career.”

My sister, Claire, rushed to Andrew’s side, her high heels clicking frantically on the floor.

“Get your hands off my husband!” she screamed at the Sergeant.

Miller didn’t blink; he kept his eyes on the General, waiting for the next command.

I stepped around the table and picked up the blue folder.

The cardboard was cool against my palms, heavy with the weight of five years of lies.

“This is not a setup, Andrew,” I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline pounding in my ears.

“These are the server logs from the Garrison network.”

I looked at my father, whose face had gone pale under his weathered Texas tan.

“And there is much more in here,” I added, holding the folder tightly against my chest.