“What did you say?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care.

Cassidy smiled thinly. “I’m just saying, Jill, maybe some events aren’t meant for everyone. This is a father-daughter dance. If you don’t have a father—”

“My daughter has a father,” I cut in. “He gave his life defending this country.”

Cassidy blinked, caught off guard. The other moms suddenly became very interested in their bracelets and phones.

The music shifted again—one of Keith’s favorite oldies, the one he and Katie used to dance to in the living room. Katie pressed closer to me, burying her face in my sleeve.

“I wish he was here, Mom.”

“I know, sweetheart. I wish that every day,” I murmured, smoothing her hair. “But you’re doing so well. He’d be so proud of you.”

She looked up, eyes glistening. “Do you think he’d still want me to dance?”

“I think he’d want you to dance more than ever. He’d say, ‘Show them how it’s done, Ladybug.'” I forced a smile as my heart twisted.

Katie pressed her lips together, holding back tears. “But I feel like everyone’s staring at us.”

The silence around us felt heavy—too many people pretending not to notice.

Then suddenly, the gym doors slammed open with a bang that made Katie jump.

“What’s happening?” she whispered, clutching my arm.

Twelve Marines marched in, their uniforms gleaming, faces solemn. At the front was General Warner, his silver stars catching the light.

He stopped in front of Katie, knelt down, and smiled gently. “Miss Katie,” he said. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Katie stared, wide-eyed. “For me?”

General Warner nodded warmly. “Your dad made us a promise. He said if he ever couldn’t be here, it would be our job to stand in for him. But I didn’t come alone tonight—I brought your dad’s whole family. This is his unit.”

Katie looked at them, smiling.

The General reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope—Keith’s handwriting unmistakable. The entire gym fell silent.

“Go on, sweetheart,” I whispered. “Take it. It’s from Daddy.”

She nodded and carefully opened it, unfolding the letter like something sacred. Her lips moved as she read, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Katie-Bug,

Being your dad has been the greatest honor of my life.

I’m fighting to come home, Bug. I’m fighting to get better. But if I can’t be there to dance with you, I want my brothers to stand with you.

Wear your pretty dress and dance, little girl. I’ll be right there in your heart.

I love you, ladybug.

Always.

Dad.”

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