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Her Father's Medal, Her Own War

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 871    |    Released on: 17/06/2025

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made me feel safe, and she pulled me into a hug, smel

d, her voice thick with pri

ck, my everything, since our parents passed, running the diner he and Mom started, keeping us a

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collected debts for a living. Art Henderson, the richest, meanest developer in town, had been sniffing

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n the floor, curled up, blood

to her, but the

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, his pen scratching too slowly. He seemed mor

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e' s security footage from Mr. Henderson' s store ne

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son strode in, his expensive suit looking ou

is voice smooth as poison, "terrible bu

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little something for the damages, and of course, we'd expect a

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eyes. "Miss Miller, perhaps you should consider Mr. He

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Her Father's Medal, Her Own War
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“My life was finally looking up. The email glowed on my phone: "Congratulations, Sarah Miller!" – a full scholarship to a top university, my ticket out of our small town and a way to honor my parents' memory. My sister, Emily, who' d been my rock running our family diner, Miller' s Plate, since Mom and Dad passed, screamed with joy with me. But our joy shattered when Mark Henderson, the spoiled son of the town's most powerful developer, swaggered into Miller's Plate. He and his thugs brutally assaulted Emily, leaving her broken and our diner in ruins, just because she refused to sell our land. The nightmare deepened at the police station. Chief Williams, clearly in Art Henderson' s pocket, dismissed it as a "mutual altercation" and advised me to take their dirty money. Then, my scholarship was mysteriously rescinded, erasing my future. My home was savagely vandalized, and our beloved cat, Patches, was found dead, a cruel message pinned to his collar: "Next time, it' s you." Every lawyer turned me away, and our once-supportive neighbors, cowed by the Hendersons' influence, looked the other way. I felt utterly crushed, alone against an empire of corruption and violence. My sister lay critical in the ICU, our home was a wreck, and they' d taken everything. What else was left for them to destroy? Amidst the wreckage, I stumbled upon my late Marine father's old footlocker. Inside, I found his Medal of Honor. "Semper Fi," he used to say – Always Faithful. A desperate, impossible hope ignited: if the local system was broken, maybe his military family, General Peterson, could remind them what justice truly meant. I clutched the medal, buying a bus ticket to Camp Lejeune, ready for the fight of my life.”
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