“My daughter has a father,” I said firmly. “He gave his life defending this country.”
Silence followed.
The music changed again—one of Keith’s favorites. Katie leaned into me.
“I wish he was here, Mom.”
“I know,” I whispered. “But he’d want you to dance. More than anything.”
Before she could answer, the gym doors suddenly burst open.
The sound echoed through the room.
Twelve Marines walked in, their uniforms crisp, their presence commanding. At the front stood General Warner. He moved straight toward Katie and knelt in front of her.
“Miss Katie,” he said gently. “I’ve been looking for you.”
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