My Son, My War

ow, but my eyes were glued to a livestream: my son Andrew

center stage, wearing Andrew' s custom suit

rew, was on his knees in the background, a human footstool

nderstanding," laughing off my frantic

riumphant betrayal at my own Hamptons estate, while Andrew' s

nd of father, would allow such a monstrous act of cruelty against his own

over. The war