My husband d.ied in combat; 3 days later, I gave birth to our baby alone; outside the hospital, my dad dumped my bags and barked: “Take the baby and leave. You’re not coming home.”
## The Power Struggle Thursday afternoon, heavy tires crunched across the gravel again. A sleek black government SUV stopped in the middle of Richard’s cluttered yard. Its polished exterior looked completely out of place...