My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

and tried to forget the conversation. It felt like betrayal to even consider my father might be right.

Now my wallet was probably burning in the remains of a house that used to feel like security.

But the number was in my phone, saved in a note I’d typed months ago, just in case.

My hands shook as I pulled the screen up and tapped the digits.

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