Mason stepped forward.
“I’m Mason.”
Reid raised a hand.
“Reid.”
Owen frowned.
“And I’m Owen, but I’m hungry.”
A few people laughed through their tears.
Evelyn did too.
“I have Christmas cookies.”
Owen immediately looked at me.
“Can she be Grandma if she has cookies?”
For the first time that evening, I smiled.
“That decision is yours.”
## The Family Secret Hidden in an Old Office
Dinner never truly started.
Instead, the Ashford family spent the next hour asking questions.
Where had the boys grown up?
What schools did they attend?
What did they like?
Why had nobody known?
Grant answered almost nothing.
Eventually, his uncle—retired Brigadier General Wesley Ashford—asked what nobody else had dared.
“Grant, did you know?”
Grant stared toward the fireplace.
“I believed Lauren was trying to stop my transfer.”
“That was not my question,” Wesley replied.
Grant’s jaw tightened.
Before he could answer, Evelyn disappeared into the back hallway.
Nearly twenty minutes later, she returned carrying an old leather ledger.
Her expression had changed.
