He Mocked Her at a Military Gala — Minutes Later, She Took the Floor With a Wounded Officer, and the Man Everyone Feared Couldn’t Hold Back His Tears

“For seeing me.”

Rachel smiled.
“It was my honor.”

As she turned away, she nearly collided with Mark, who had stepped forward without realizing it, his earlier confidence replaced by something smaller, something unsettled.

Before he could speak, General Keller moved past him.

The general took Rachel’s hand, both of his enclosing it firmly, and for a moment he couldn’t find his voice at all, his breath catching as tears traced lines down his weathered face, uncaring of who witnessed them.

“You gave my son back to himself tonight,” he said finally, his voice breaking.
“I’ve commanded divisions, Major, but I’ve never felt as powerless as I did watching him disappear in rooms like this.”

Rachel met his gaze without flinching.
“He was never gone, sir,” she said softly.
“People just stopped meeting him where he stands.”

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