“…nobody ever, ever… audits an auditor again.”
Barnaby let out a soft, contented sigh on the porch rug, his tail thumping once against the cedar boards: *thump.*
Garrett laughed into the warm sunlight.
The white sails glided across the river.
The eagles climbed into the limitless blue sky.
The water ran deep and clear.
The ledger was closed forever.
And the military attorney whose in-laws had mocked her as a broke and lonely wife, only to discover she commanded the defense bedrock of the Republic… was finally, beautifully, eternally free.
