After deployment, I found my 7-year-old daughter locked in the garage, weak and covered in bites. “Daddy,” she cried, “Mom’s boyfriend said I belong here.” I rushed her to the base medic, then made one call. That night their house was raided and Lisa’s furious screams told me my real battle had just begun.
The knock against the garage door was soft, more like the scrape of a frail hand than a noise meant to summon help. I had just stepped from my car, …
After deployment, I found my 7-year-old daughter locked in the garage, weak and covered in bites. “Daddy,” she cried, “Mom’s boyfriend said I belong here.” I rushed her to the base medic, then made one call. That night their house was raided and Lisa’s furious screams told me my real battle had just begun. Read More
