Chapter 3 - COVENANTS AND CONSEQUENCES
The walk to the altar felt like a victory lap through a minefield.
Daniel waited for me,
his eyes never leaving my face,
not even for a second.
When the Admiral handed me over,
she gave my hand a brief,
firm squeeze.
“Maintain the watch,
Lieutenant,”
she said,
then took her seat in the front row.
The ceremony began,
but the air was charged with something far more potent than romance.
Every time the priest spoke of truth and honor,
I could feel my father’s gaze burning into my back.
He was still standing at the rear,
too afraid to leave and too ashamed to sit.
Daniel took my hands,
his thumbs brushing over my knuckles.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,”
he whispered,
loud enough for the front pews to hear.
I knew he wasn't just talking about the dress.
He was talking about the woman who had fought her way back from the brink.
The exchange of rings felt like a sealing of a pact.
I wasn't just marrying Daniel;
I was marrying a future where I was no longer a 'damaged' asset.
As we turned to face the congregation as husband and wife,
I saw the Admiral give me a curt nod.
The "investigation packet" she mentioned was the result of six months of secret work.
While I was in the hospital,
recovering from the explosion,
I started noticing discrepancies in the ship's maintenance logs.
The valves that had failed,
the ones that caused the fuel to ignite,
were manufactured by Vale Industries.
My father’s company.
He had cut corners on the alloy to save a few million dollars.
He hadn't just watched me walk down the aisle with scars;
he had provided the tools that created them.
He hadn't realized that the 'damaged' daughter had spent her recovery time auditing his corruption.
As the music swelled for our exit,
Daniel and I marched down the aisle.
I didn't look at Camille.
I didn't look at the politicians.
I looked straight at my father as I passed him.
He tried to reach out,
to say something,
to perhaps play the part of the proud parent for the photographers.
I didn't stop.
I didn't even slow down.
The Admiral followed closely behind us,
her presence a shield of steel.
Outside,
the sun was blinding.
A phalanx of Navy photographers and local news crews were waiting.
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They weren't there for a wedding;
they were there for the Lieutenant who was about to bring down a giant.
