CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

She came to my apartment two days after the arrest, carrying a leather notebook and two coffees. One for her, one for me. Mine was still warm enough to fog the plastic lid.

“I figured you might not be sleeping,” she said.

I almost laughed.

Sleeping had become impossible. Laya woke every few hours, terrified I had left. During the day, she followed me continue reading …