Part 2
No one moved.
Only seconds earlier, the dining room had been filled with laughter. Now it sounded like a courtroom waiting for a sentence.
Caroline stared at Nathan. “You know my sister?”
Nathan’s jaw tightened. “Everyone in my command knows Admiral Hart.”
Dad slowly shook his head, as though refusing to believe it might somehow change the truth. “That’s impossible. Evelyn works in administration.”
I met his eyes. “That is what you decided.”
Mom whispered, “Evelyn, why didn’t you tell us?”
I nearly smiled.
“I did,” I said. “For fifteen years. You just translated everything I said into something smaller.”
Nathan finally lowered his hand. “Sir, your daughter is one of the highest-ranking officers I have ever worked under. She oversaw joint readiness funding, personnel review, and command accountability.”
Caroline’s face flushed. “Nathan, stop.”
He did not.
Instead, he looked at her properly for the first time that evening, and something shifted in his expression.
Not anger.
Disappointment.
“You told me she was bitter because the Navy never promoted her.”
Caroline opened her mouth.
Dad turned toward her. “You said that?”
“She never corrected anyone!” Caroline snapped.
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