DAISY 

The federal detention center was a huge concrete building sitting on the edge of the industrial district. The high fences around the perimeter were topped with heavy coils of sharp wire, and security cameras covered every angle of the outer walls.

I sat in the passenger seat of Brian’s SUV, staring up at the dark glass windows of the building. My hands rested in my lap. The platinum engagement ring on my left hand felt cool and solid against my skin, a quiet reminder of the fresh beginning Brian and I had built just three days ago.

Brian kept the engine idling. He turned his head to look at...