My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

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“Where are you?” she asked.

I looked around at the neighborhood, the street signs I couldn’t see clearly in the dark, the chaos near the burning house. I realized with sudden humiliation that I didn’t even know how to describe where I was.

“My house is burning,” I said. “Buckhead. I’m on a side street behind it. We’re safe for the moment.”

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