Chapter 27 - The Missing ManHigh above Arlington, the deep, thunderous roar of jet engines shook the ground.

Four F-22 Raptors roared across the blue sky in a tight diamond formation, their silver wings gleaming in the autumn sunlight.
As they passed directly over the crowd, the lead fighter pulled its throttle back, while the aircraft on the right wing—the position Ethan had flown—ignited its afterburners and pulled violently straight up into the high atmosphere, climbing toward the heavens until it vanished into the deep blue.
The Missing Man formation.
I stood beside Daniel, looking up into the sky where the single trail of white condensation faded into the clear air.
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“He’s free now, Daniel,” I whispered.
“We both are, Sarah,” Daniel replied, holding his father’s medal tightly against his chest.
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