My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

the walls.

I showed her the text from Quasi, my hands shaking so badly I almost dropped my phone.

She listened without interrupting, her gaze steady, her face unreadable.

When I finished, I sat there breathing hard, like I’d run a mile.

The room hummed with the old air conditioner. Somewhere outside, a car passed slowly, bass thumping faintly.

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