My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

mirrors every few seconds. Kenzo sat in the back seat in borrowed clothes, his dinosaur backpack clutched tight against his chest like a promise he intended to keep.

No one spoke.

Every sound felt too loud. Tires on asphalt. A distant siren. The low hum of the engine.

When we turned into our neighborhood, the streetlights cast long, broken shadows across continue reading …