My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

here.”

She gave me a small, fierce smile.

“But don’t confuse shelter with victory,” she said. “The game has just begun.”

I lay awake in the back room with Kenzo curled against me, listening to the building settle. The blanket smelled like laundry detergent and old fabric. Kenzo’s breathing was uneven, as if his sleep kept catching on fear.

I watched continue reading …