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

with the truth her son could carry.

“I loved who I thought he was.”

Ethan nodded slowly.

“I miss that dad.”

“So do I.”

They remained there until the bathroom light flickered overhead and Ethan leaned against her shoulder.

Three months later, the divorce hearing took place in downtown San Diego.

Andrew arrived thinner, grayer, and wearing a suit that no longer continue reading …