“Yes, ma’am,” the receptionist said. “They say it is an urgent family matter.”

“Let them through,” I said. “Escort them directly to my office.”

“Understood, ma’am,” she said.

I released the button.

Major Reynolds shifted his weight.

“Do you want me to clear the hallway, Colonel?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “Let them see the change.”

“Should I remain in the room?” he asked.

“No, Major,” I said. “Wait outside. I will call you when I am ready for the reports.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

He saluted, turned on his heel, and walked out of the office.

I stood alone in the quiet room.

The smell of fresh paint and floor wax was strong.

I walked to the window and watched a military police vehicle park in the designated slot below.

Three people got out of the car.

My father walked with a cane, his shoulders hunched.

My mother held Claire’s arm, guiding her toward the entrance of the headquarters building.

Claire was wearing a bright yellow dress that looked wrinkled.

Her hair was messy.

Even from the second story, I could see the anger in her posture.