My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

I watched until he was gone.

Only then did I realize I’d been holding my breath.

“Come on, baby,” I said softly. “Let’s go.”

We walked toward the exit, our footsteps echoing across the polished floor. Shops were closing, metal gates halfway down. Flight boards flickered overhead as last calls were announced. People hurried past us with food bags and backpacks.

Kenzo slowed down, dragging his feet.