I was still trying to breathe through that answer when Attorney Hayes stopped in front of me.
He held out a thick manila envelope sealed with dark red wax.
“The general ordered that this be placed in your hands only after you spoke with him,” he said.
The second I took it, I felt the weight.
Across the hall, Michael saw the seal resting in my palm.
And for the first time since I arrived, he did not look angry.
He looked terrified.
Michael’s eyes locked on the envelope in my hand… and for the first time, he didn’t try to stop me.
He stepped back.
