I took my son to visit my husband, the commander, but the guard blocked us at the gate and said, “His girlfriend is inside the unit. No visitors!” I covered my son’s ears, called my second brother, and

I brought my son to see my husband, the commander, only for the guard at the entrance to stop us and say, “His girlfriend is inside the unit. No visitors!” I covered my son’s ears, called my second brother, and told him to cut every source of support without hesitation.

At 8:17 on an overcast Thursday morning in San Diego, Olivia Whitaker stood near continue reading …