My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

the pavement. The caution tape was still up, fluttering lazily, yellow against black. The smell hit first. Smoke, wet and bitter, clinging to the air like it refused to leave.

Attorney Okafor parked two blocks away.

“Twenty minutes,” she said quietly. “I stay outside. If I make noise, you run. No hesitation.”

I nodded, my throat too tight for words.continue reading …