He was no longer there as Caroline’s fiancé or as a guest from my family’s engagement dinner.
He stood there as an officer who understood exactly what had happened.
He saluted again.
This time, nobody laughed.
Months later, Dad sent me a letter apologizing for every joke, every dismissal, and every occasion when he referred to me as “the office daughter.”
I read it once.
Then I put it inside a drawer beside medals my family had never cared enough to ask about.
They believed I was embarrassing because I never bragged.
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