disturbed just enough.
Vance followed in uniform, tense and visibly uncomfortable.
They walked directly to the commander’s table.
Every person nearby could see.
Evelyn raised her voice.
“You need to explain yourself.”
The table fell silent.
The commander watched.
Evelyn turned slightly toward him.
“I’m so sorry to bring this here,” she said, voice trembling. “But I don’t know what else to do.”
Victim first.
Accusation next.
“She’s trying to throw her own family out on the street,” Evelyn continued louder now. “My daughter is pregnant and she’s being evicted
