My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

into a story where you’re unstable and he’s the grieving husband.”

Her gaze flicked toward Kenzo. “And you have a child who already knows too much.”

I swallowed. “So what do we do?”

“We build a case,” she said simply. “We stay alive long enough to do it right.”

She stood and motioned toward a small back room. “You’ll stay here tonight. It’s not fancy.continue reading …