My sister laughed at dinner: “Meet my fiancé, a Ranger.” She m0cked my uniform. Then he saw the task force patch, froze, snapped to attention, and barked, “Maya, stop. Do you know what that means?”
I was still in uniform when I stepped into my parents’ dining room, and that alone told me the night wouldn’t go smoothly. I had come straight from a late operation with our county’s violent fugitive …