I relaxed in the back seat of the car next to William as we were driven to the police station. I sat quietly trying to wrap my head around the fact that A, he knew this entire time that he would be in a dangerous situation, and B, he was part of the secret police.

“Daddy, I never knew you worked for the police.”

“Well, you’re not supposed to know,” he sighed.

When we were escorted into the station, I was separated from him briefly and asked to give ...