Mid-April I got the call.  “He is in jail,” my 85 year old uncle told me.  Relief washed through my body in a palpable way.  I had no idea how much I had been holding onto this constant dull level of fear/lack of safety until it was gone.  My 50 year old cousin had violated a protective order back in January, had been in front of a judge for pre-trial conferences, and let out on bond until his trial.  Then he picked up a new charge for resisting arrest in a different county and the his bond was revoked at his next pre-trial conference.  He was immediately incarcerated, and would be there for at least 30 days.