My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

to the floor. “Footprints. Too small.”

A breath held too long.

“A kid?” the first voice said.

“Call Quasi,” the second snapped.

From outside, a scream tore through the night.

Raw. Terrified. Female.

The men cursed and ran.

I didn’t wait.

We bolted down the stairs, out the back door, into the yard. Attorney Okafor was pale, breathing hard, one hand pressed continue reading …