My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

me, eyes wide and trusting in a way that made my throat ache.

One ring.

Two.

I could barely hear it over the distant sirens.

On the third ring, a woman answered.

“Attorney Okafor.”

Her voice was firm, low, and tired, like she’d been awake too long and had no patience for nonsense. It was exactly what I needed.

“Ms. Okafor,” I blurted, words tumbling out. continue reading …