My father laughed the moment I walked into the courtroom in my Navy dress-blue uniform. My mother sighed beside him, and my cousin smiled like the trial already belonged to him. They thought I was there to ruin the family’s golden boy. What they didn’t know was that the evidence didn’t start with me—it started with a dead man’s credentials, my parents’ house, and a defense contract built on stolen secrets.
Part 1: The Backyard Alert The first sound I heard in the courtroom was my father’s laugh. Not loud. Just the short, dry breath he always gave when he thought I had embarrassed myself. My mother sighed beside him with the same message she had sent my whole life: Emma, why do you always make things…
