My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

any. She handed one to me and pointed to the chair across from her desk.

“Sit,” she said. “Tell me everything. Start at the airport.”

So I did.

The words came out in jagged pieces at first. The brightness of the terminal. Quasi’s smile. Kenzo’s whisper. The van. The key. The gasoline. The fire climbing up the walls.

I showed her the text from Quasi, my continue reading …