Took him down.
My ears started ringing and everything in my arms and legs went loose.
My father was dead. Ethan was the one who'd done it.
Applause came down like thunder, and my breath shook in my chest.
Through the crowd on its feet cheering him, my eyes found Ethan's up on the stage.
He saw me, and it clearly threw him — but that was all. No guilt. No regret. Just a clear conscience.
I don't even know how I ended up following him back to his office.
Sitting across from him, my eyes went straight to the new silver bar on his shoulder. Silver — but all I could see on it was a smear of red.
"You heard all of it."
His voice pulled me back. I looked up at him, and there was nothing but grief in me. "Were you hoping I wouldn't?"
"A Medal of Valor, and you're alive to wear it. Congra
