My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

calls you, you do not pick up. Not even family. Understand?”

My stomach knotted, but I nodded anyway, even though she couldn’t see me.

“Yes.”

“Good. Go.”

I hung up and sat for half a second, letting the phone drop into my lap like it weighed a hundred pounds.

Kenzo’s voice came small from beside me. “Mama?”

I looked at him. “We’re leaving,” I said. “We’re continue reading …