The deployment in Iraq. The silence at the government building. The fake funeral. The removal of tattoos. “You’re not an auditor, are you?” I ask Cole on a thin breath, shaking from head to toe. “I can’t say, Danni.” Cole doesn’t remove his glare from Trace. “You lied to me.” My skin tingles, and disorientation sweeps through me as I turn to Trace. “You lied, too. You knew Cole and never told me.” More tears fall, and I bury my face in my hands. I need to step back. I need to think.
