Melissa cleared her throat. “There’s more.”

She swiped again. An email to the Medal of Honor nomination board, from my mother.

“Anna Dorsey has expressed her wish for privacy and anonymity. Please withdraw her nomination.”

I never wrote that. I never asked for that.

They didn’t just ignore my accomplishments. They stole them.

I leaned back in my seat, the room spinning slightly. The DJ announced something cheerful. People clapped, toasted. A new slideshow flickered across the screen—baby photos, prom night, graduations. No image of me.