My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

like they belonged there. I sat on a bench near the fountain, wire taped to my chest, hands steady in my lap.

Quasi approached fast, eyes wild, relief breaking across his face when he saw me alive.

“Thank God,” he said, reaching for me.

I stepped back.

He started talking. Explaining. Lying.

Debt. Pressure. Accidents.

Then he asked for the notebook.

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