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

Olivia answered silently.

For several moments, only breathing could be heard.

Then Serena spoke.

“Olivia, I think we should talk woman to woman.”

Olivia activated speakerphone. Marcus, Lydia, and Julian—who had arrived wearing a charcoal suit and carrying the emotional temperature of winter—looked up.

Serena continued, sounding gentle and wounded.

“Andrew continue reading …