Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 56

Mr. Harris never expected Camila Davis to ask *that* question.

His face, at first surprised, quickly grew serious and even a bit cold.

He fixed Camila with a sharp stare for several seconds, as if trying to see right through her, to figure out what she was really after.

Information about people in the military isn’t something you just go around asking about.

Camila hadn’t anticipated quite such a strong reaction—she actually jumped a little in her seat.

Had she accidentally stumbled onto some forbidden topic?

While she was still hesitating, not sure what to say, Mr. Harris finally spoke up. “Why… are you asking about this?”

Camila didn’t try to hide her reason. She answered honestly, “I’m trying to find him because I need his help. My daughter’s autistic. She’s only three, the sweetest little thing, but we’ve seen so many therapists over the years, and nothing’s made a difference.

Her whole life is still ahead of her, and it breaks my heart to think she’ll never get to experience it fully. That’s why I—”

“Oh, I see!” Mr. Harris’s whole expression softened with understanding.

He thought of his own long, fruitless search for doctors who could help his legs—until he’d finally met her, and everything changed for him.

Funny, he thought. She could heal him, but not her own little girl’s silent world.

He looked at Camila, and his features gentled. “You’ve been through a lot… Still, I can’t believe you managed to find out about someone like that!”

Camila smiled a little, sheepish but upfront. “It took me a long time—hours trawling military forums, piecing together scraps. But the info online is so limited. All I know is that someone like that exists. Nothing more.”

Mr. Harris nodded, unsurprised. After a moment, he said, “To be honest, yes, there is someone like that. But their identity is highly classified—even my rank doesn’t give me access to the details.”

Camila froze.

She’d known this person was mysterious, someone special. But she hadn’t realized just *how* high up they must be.

Did that mean there was no hope of finding them to help Lillian?

Her heart sank.

Mr. Harris noticed, and felt a twinge of guilt. But a soldier can’t just spill secrets, especially not about someone so legendary...

This person wasn’t famous for helping billionaires or presidents with mental health problems. No, their legend was built on breaking the psychological defenses of a world-famous spy—and extracting priceless, top-secret information.

Their identity was protected at the highest level. The government, the military—they all treated this person like a national treasure.

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