My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

I saw the key turning in the lock.

And I saw Quasi’s text, bright and casual, as if he hadn’t just tried to erase us.

Around dawn, Kenzo stirred. “Mama,” he whispered, confused, blinking in the dim light. “Where are we?”

I kissed his forehead. “Somewhere safe,” I whispered back. “Go back to sleep.”

At seven, Attorney Okafor knocked once and opened the continue reading …