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Chapter 24 - Dad asks whether I want revenge

Months later, Dad and I sat on my apartment balcony.

He asked:

“Do you want to know what I wanted to do when you called?”

“No.”

“Good.”

We sat quietly.

Then:

“Do you hate them?”

“Some days.”

“Useful?”

“No.”

He nodded.

My father had spent decades teaching young officers about mission discipline.

Then his daughter had to remind him:

Do not intervene outside the system.

He admitted that.

“You did something I’m not sure I could have done at twenty-nine.”

“What?”

“Walk out.”

I looked at him.

May you like

“I got hit first.”

“Still counts.”

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