I found my sick stepfather shivering under a blanket, and on the table my mother had written, “It sucks, fix it before we get back.” I checked the family account and discovered expenses for cruises, casinos, and shopping while he barely had enough medicine.

"You are not being accosted, Mrs. Vance," Agent Miller replied, unholstering heavy steel handcuffs. "Under Federal Warrants 902 through 904, you are placed under immediate arrest."

CLACK.

The cold steel cuffs snapped shut around Mason’s wrists as two naval agents pinned him face-down onto his own luggage trolley.

"Hey! Get your hands off me!" Mason screamed in hysterical panic. "I didn't do anything! My dad is a retired Marine!"

"Your stepfather is currently in the Intensive Care Pavilion at Naval Medical Center Portsmouth, Mr. Vance," Agent Miller stated with freezing contempt. "Recovering from the starvation, dehydration, and medical tampering you inflicted upon him."

Chloe began hyperventilating, backing into the glass wall, sobbing as female deputies locked iron cuffs around her wrists: "Mom! You told us it was legal! You told us Maya gave us permission to use the account!"

"Shut up, Chloe!" Evelyn screamed, thrashing against two NCIS agents as her designer hat fell to the floorboards. "This is a domestic misunderstanding! Where is Victor?! Victor would never allow you to treat his wife this way!"

The automatic sliding doors of the VIP arrival lounge parted.

Walking down the center aisle, dressed in her crisp, pristine Navy Service Dress Blue uniform adorned with her Flight Surgeon gold wings and medical insignia, was myself.

Beside me walked Colonel Marcus Stone, holding the recovered shadow box containing Victor's Silver Star.