The sheriff raised his voice.
“Everyone inside the residence, come out now.”
Nothing.
Then movement.
A shadow crossed an upstairs window.
Deputy Collins pointed.
“Sir!”
The sheriff’s hand moved toward his radio.
“Nobody leaves that house.”
I sat frozen in Mr. Greer’s truck.
Unable to process any of it.
Identity.
My identity.
The realization hit me like a punch.
For four years, while I was serving overseas…
Someone had been using my name.
