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think it’s a monarch caterpillar, but I can’t be sure.” For her, there was a painful synchronicity in Kammie’s finding the caterpillar. Kathy believed in symbolism and fate. Butterflies were significant to her because they meant transformation. The caterpillar would live for a while in a rigid cocoon, a prisoner within. Hadn’t she been a prisoner in this whole kidnapping tragedy? Guilt and revenge had been her lifelong cocoon. Like the butterfly, she was going to morph and change, fueled by the power of her desire to get even. Yes, this butterfly-to-be was just like her. Pretty soon, she was going to change from Kathy Trayhern into an impostor. She would go undercover and become something else—a beautiful, deadly butterfly who could extract her revenge and balance the scales so that her family could finally be free.
    Morgan gave his oldest daughter a look of pride. “By golly, I think you’re right, Pet.” She was a Marine Corps aviator, a Seahawk helicopter pilot and every inch a proud, confident woman in his eyes, but he still called her Pet. He always would. Kathy was the spitting image of Laura, his wife, except she was taller and larger boned. She had her mother’s blue eyes and was just as beautiful.
    “Daddy, can I keep Pretty? Kat says she has to stay in my room, out of the sunlight. I have to feed her a new milkweed leaf a day until she spins her cocoon.”
    Morgan carefully handed the jar back to his excited little daughter. “I don’t think Mommy is going to be real happy to hear you’re going to pull milkweeds from her garden.”
    “Aww, Daddy, it’s only one leaf.” Kammie tilted her head and pouted. She wrapped her arms around the jar and stood there, pleading silently.
    Chuckling, Kathy came over and patted Kammie’s small shoulders. “Let’s convince her over dinner, okay?”
    “First,” Morgan said, raising an eyebrow at his youngest, “I think you’d better head up to your room and change. Your knees and shoes are muddy. Mommy won’t be happy to see you arrive dirty at the dinner table. Okay?”
    “Oh.” Kamaria laughed after looking down and examining herself. “Okay! I’ll be right down!” She whirled around with her jar, ran across the garage and flew up the steps into the house.
    “Boy,” Morgan said, straightening up to his full height and brushing off his jeans, “I sure wish I had one-fourth of her energy.”
    “You did,” Kathy said, following him into the house, “when you were her age.”
    Morgan chuckled. Within minutes, everyone had sat down at the dinner table.
    “So, what’s this sudden black ops popping up on your radar screen, Pet?” Morgan asked a few minutes later, as he spooned gravy over the mashed potatoes on his plate. Sitting at the head of the oval table, with his daughters at his elbows and Laura at the other end, he gave Kathy an inquiring look. He saw her cheeks turn a faint pink as she pushed a piece of roast beef around on her plate. Otherwise she looked totally relaxed.
    “I can’t say much about it, Dad.”
    “Hmm,” he murmured.
    “You’re flying the Seahawk as part of an insert-extract mission?” Laura asked.
    Nodding, Kathy felt her stomach tense like a fist. Shehad to pull this off! One thing in her favor was that no matter how fearful she felt, how awkward or unsure, she never allowed any of these things to broadcast on her face or seep into her body language. No, she’d learned to hide her emotions when she was a very young child. Crying had become something she’d done alone, in her closet if her family was around, her hand over her mouth so no sound would escape.
    Her father, whom she’d idolized, wasn’t always there, and when he was, he’d been preoccupied with the mercenary teams he sent out around the world to do good for others. He hadn’t had time for his daughter or for his eldest son, Jason. Kathy couldn’t count the many times she’d ached for her dad to come and hold her, to say he loved her. After the