Chương 5
"Because I thought if I challenged Rachel, she would lose everything."
I turned toward him.
"And what did I lose?"
He looked down.
The answer was obvious.
"I thought you could handle it."
I laughed once.
It was not a happy sound.
"That might be the nicest way anyone has ever explained abandoning me."
Dad closed his eyes.
"I deserved that."
The honesty made me stop.
He rubbed his hands together.
"Your whole life, I watched people depend on you."
He looked toward the palace windows.
"Your mother and I convinced ourselves that because you were capable, you were okay."
I did not answer.
Because that was exactly the problem.
Capability had become permission for people to ignore pain.
A phone buzzed in my pocket.
I looked down.
It was a message from my commanding officer.
The media had started contacting the Navy.
They wanted confirmation about my service record.
They wanted interviews.
They wanted the person behind the unexpected royal wedding story.
I showed Dad the message.
He frowned.
"Are you going to do it?"
I stared at the screen.
"No."
"Why?"
I placed the phone beside me.
"Because for once, I do not want to become a symbol."
Dad looked confused.
"I just want to be a person."
The next morning, that decision became much harder.
Because when I woke up, my phone was filled with hundreds of messages.
Some were from friends.
Some were from old Navy colleagues.
Some were from strangers.
But one message was different.
It was from the palace communications office.
They needed to discuss a problem.
A document had appeared online.
And according to the document, the reason Rachel removed me from the guest list was not the only thing she had been hiding.
The message contained a scanned copy of a document that had apparently been submitted during the wedding preparations.
I opened the attachment while standing in my apartment kitchen, still wearing the same sweatshirt I had slept in.
The first page looked ordinary.
It was a security review document.
The second page was not.
My name appeared near the bottom.
Not as a guest.
Not as family.
As a potential concern.
I read the sentence three times before it made sense.
Commander Emily Carter may create unwanted attention due to military background and public perception risks.
For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood.
Then I saw the signature.
Rachel's event consultant.
Not Rachel herself.
But someone she had hired.
Someone who had written down the thoughts my sister had been too careful to say aloud.
My phone rang before I could finish reading.
It was Clara.
"Did you see the document?"
"Yes."
"Do you know where it came from?"
"No."
"Neither do we."
I sat down at the kitchen table.
The same table where I had eaten breakfast alone the morning before the wedding.
"The palace thinks Rachel leaked it?"
"No."
Her answer came immediately.
"Then why call me?"
"Because there is another problem."
I closed my eyes.
Of course there was.
"What now?"
"The document was altered after the original review."
I looked back at the screen.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning someone added your name and changed the wording."
That stopped me.
"Someone wanted me to find this."
"That is our concern."
I stared at the document.
The easiest answer would have been to assume Rachel was behind everything.
It would have made the anger simple again.
But simple answers had already caused enough damage.
"Who had access?"
"Several people."
"That is not an answer."
"No."
Clara's voice became quieter.
"It is the problem."
The palace was suddenly dealing with something different.
Not just a family conflict.
Not just an embarrassing wedding decision.
Someone had taken a private disagreement and turned it into something public.
I drove to a small office near the palace grounds where Clara and two other advisers were waiting.
The room looked less like a royal meeting room and more like an ordinary workplace.
There were papers on the table.
Coffee cups.
A printer making an annoying clicking sound in the corner.
It was strangely comforting.
Important people still dealt with jammed printers.
"Commander," one adviser said.
His name was Thomas.
He handled communications for the royal family.
He looked exhausted.
Not dramatic.
Just tired in the way people look when a problem has followed them through several nights.
"Thank you for coming."
I sat down.
"Tell me what happened."
Thomas pushed a folder toward me.
"The original document was created as part of standard security planning."
I looked through the pages.
Most of it was normal.
Travel schedules.
Venue access.
Emergency procedures.
Nothing unusual.
Then I reached the page with my name.
"The language here was not in the original."
Thomas nodded.
"No."
"Who changed it?"
"We are trying to determine that."
I looked at him.
"Trying?"
He did not flinch.
"There are thousands of digital records during an event like this."
That answer bothered me because it was reasonable.
And reasonable answers were often the most frustrating.
"Do you know what bothers me?"
Thomas waited.
"Everyone keeps saying they are investigating."
I placed the folder down.
"But nobody is saying what happens if the investigation proves someone wanted this to happen."
The room went quiet.
Because that was the real question.
Finding the person was one thing.
Deciding what to do afterward was another.
A few hours later, Rachel came to see me.
She arrived without makeup and without the carefully arranged appearance she wore in public.
She looked like my sister again.
Not the woman from magazine covers.
Not the future princess.
Just Rachel.
"I didn't know about the document," she said before sitting down.
I nodded.
"I believe you."
She looked surprised.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
I looked at her.
"Because if you wanted to hurt me, you would have done it yourself."
The words hurt her.
I could see that.
But they were true.
Rachel looked at her hands.
"There is something I haven't told you."
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I waited.
She took a long breath.
