My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

sure his timeline was clean, while men with a key walked through our front door.

My stomach rolled. I turned my head and vomited into the gutter, sharp and sour, the kind of sickness that comes from your body realizing the world is no longer safe.

Kenzo’s hands patted my back, uncertain. He was trying to comfort me like I was the child.

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