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

kept her family at a careful distance because Andrew claimed they were overwhelming. Too wealthy. Too involved. Too controlling.

Now she understood.

He had never feared their control.

He had feared their competence.

That evening, Andrew appeared in the lobby of the Langford apartment building.

He was not allowed upstairs.

From the twenty-sixth floor, Olivia continue reading …