Linda’s.
The room went silent.
Even the agents paused for half a breath.
Price put on fresh gloves.
She removed the first envelope.
On the front was a name I did not recognize. Inside were photocopied IDs, bank records, photographs, and notes.
The second envelope held the same.
The third.
The fourth.
Then Price reached one labeled with my full legal name.
Emily Hart Whitaker.
My stomach tightened.
Inside were copies of my deployment orders, medical records, bank statements, property documents, photographs taken without my knowledge, and printed emails between me and my attorney.
Not recent ones.
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