My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

first, then the living room windows exploded outward with a sharp pop, heat rippling across the street even from where we were. The upstairs glowed and then caught, the fire climbing as if it knew exactly where to go.

Kenzo’s room was on that side.

My knees buckled. I sank down hard onto the curb, the concrete cold through my clothes. I heard myself continue reading …