Five Minutes After Our Divorce Became Final, My Husband Said, “Take the Girls. I Have a Son Coming Now”—Hours Later, He Finally Learned What I Really Did in the Army

Sophie, now grown, handed me a cheap plastic folder.

Inside were copies of drawings she and Nora had made during our first year in Germany.

Houses.

Flags.

Major the dog.

One drawing showed three stick figures holding hands.

Underneath, seven-year-old Sophie had written:

HOME IS WHERE MOM KNOWS WHERE WE ARE.