There was a long silence on the line.
“Let me make sure I have this right,” Ruth said at last, her voice very quiet. “He handed divorce papers to a Colonel in a maternity bed and threatened to take one of her newborns. For a woman committing fraud with your money.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Rest and recover, Colonel,” Ruth finally said. “Hold your babies. Let the investigators do their work. And give me three days.”
“General,” I said. “I don’t want revenge. I just want my children to see, one time, that the truth still means something.”
“Oh, Nora,” she said, and I heard something fierce and warm underneath the command. “They’re going to see exactly that.”
PART 4
Three days later, the Harrington family gathered on the front lawn of the estate for yet another celebration in Sabrina’s honor.
There were balloons. A banner. A caterer.
Sabrina stood on the porch in a white dress, the Cartier watch glinting on her wrist, accepting congratulations like a queen.
