They Laughed At Me For Parking Cars—Then My Driver Arrived

and stand exactly as you are.

Admiral. Leader. Sister.

Worthy of respect whether they ever figured that out or not.

THE END

Epilogue: Six Months Later

The letter arrived at Fleet Command with proper security clearance and a return address I recognized immediately.

Garrett’s handwriting. Real pen on real paper.

I opened it in my office aboard the Lincoln, continue reading …