My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

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She nodded toward a worn couch. “Put the boy there. Blanket’s on the chair.”

I lifted Kenzo gently. He stirred but didn’t wake fully. When I laid him down, his fingers curled around the edge of the blanket like he was grabbing onto something solid.

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