At forty-five, Solomon carried himself with the kind of quiet authority that came from twenty-five years in the Marine Corps, the last twelve as a Special Operations reconnaissance specialist. His service record included three tours in Afghanistan, two in Iraq, and countless classified missions that had tested every aspect of his training and character. But today wasn’t about his service—it was about being a father to the son who had grown up largely without him, raised by a woman who had been strong enough to handle military deployments and devoted enough to never let Tyran doubt his father’s love.
Margaret Dryden had been the anchor that kept their family steady through the chaos of military life
