My mother-in-law.
Except according to the record, she was not Ryan’s mother.
She was his aunt.
I read it twice before my mind accepted what my eyes already knew. Linda had not raised Ryan as a son. She had helped create him as a replacement.
The phone on my desk rang.
Not my personal phone. The office line.
Alvarez glanced at it, then at me.
Only three people had this number so far: my assistant, the commanding general’s office, and base security.
I answered. “Colonel Whitaker.”
The voice that came through was thin, trembling, and familiar.
“Emily.”
Linda.
My skin tightened.
