My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

confused.

They would tell me to rest.

They would call Quasi.

The thought made my skin go cold.

I forced myself to breathe. In. Out. Slow enough to keep from hyperventilating, even though panic clawed at my ribs.

Outside his world. I needed help from outside his world.

That’s when my father’s voice returned to me, vivid as if he were in the passenger seat.continue reading …