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

everything. Do not warn him.

When Olivia returned to the house, Andrew was standing in the driveway of their Coronado home. He still wore uniform trousers and a white undershirt. His hair was damp, as though he had rushed through a shower. Panic had replaced the confidence of a man who had mistaken charm for protection.

He approached the SUV.

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