Tara’s POV
I stared at the file on my desk. My fingers tapped against the surface, more of a subconscious act then something intentional. Ordering an investigation into Tara had been an easier decision over the events of the past couple days, but now that the information was before me, the guilt was setting in.
Asking Tara or Kade about their past, again, would be a fruitless endeavor. Both of them seemed unwilling to actually share the details and both had strong biases about the situation. The file stocked full of documents and gathered information would be the most unbiased explanation, seen through the eyes of a simple observer.
I picked up the file. My associates had been thorough at least, the file briefly spanning Tara’s childhood before giving clear details on her time at col
