My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything
“This meeting in Chicago is crucial, babe,” Quasi said, pulling me into a hug that felt practiced. Familiar. Almost hollow. “Three days tops. I’ll be back before you know it.”
I nodded and smiled because that’s what I’d learned to do. Because smiling kept things smooth.
“Of course,” I said. “We’ll be fine.”
Kenzo’s grip tightened around my hand.
Quasi crouched in front of him, placing both hands on Kenzo’s shoulders, angling his face just right, like he knew how this moment should look.
“You take care of Mama for me, all right?” he said warmly.
Kenzo didn’t answer. He just nodded, eyes locked on his father’s face with an intensity that made my stomach twist.
It was the kind of look you give when you’re afraid you won’t see someone again.
