My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

breathing, fast and shallow, like I’d just run. The smell of smoke clung to the back of my throat.

My phone still sat open in my palm, Quasi’s text shining bright and cheerful.

Just landed. Hope you and Kenzo are sleeping well. Love you guys.

A poison lullaby.

He was building the alibi while the house burned. He was on the other end of the country making continue reading …