My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

We shuffled forward. Shoes off. Bags on the conveyor belt. The usual routine. I was focused on getting us through quickly, mentally checking off everything we needed to do next.

That’s when he tugged on my sleeve.

“Dad,” he whispered.

“Not now, buddy,” I said, distracted. “We’re almost through.”

He didn’t let go.

“Dad,” he said again, more urgent this time.

I sighed, crouching down just enough to hear him. “What is it?”

He leaned in close, like he was about to tell me a secret.