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My name is Elena Vance. To everyone sipping champagne ten feet away, I was nobody. The black sheep. The runaway. The daughter who’d failed.
To the United States Army, I was Major General Elena Vance, commander of the Special Operations Joint Task Force.
Forty-eight hours ago, I wasn’t at a wedding. I was in the Hindu continue reading …
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