My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

mouth of a monster.

But staying passive felt worse.

Because Quasi had already made his move.

And if we didn’t move next, he would.

I looked at Kenzo, this brave, shaken child who had saved our lives with a whisper in an airport.

“Okay,” I said, voice barely holding. “But you stay with me every second. You hear me? Every second.”

Kenzo nodded once.

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