The van sped away.
Kenzo wrapped his arms around me from behind as I collapsed onto the curb, staring at the inferno that used to be our life.
My phone vibrated in my hand.
A text from Quasi.
Just landed. Hope you and Kenzo are sleeping well. Love you.
I stared at the screen, then at the burning house.
And in that moment, I understood the truth.
If I hadn’t believed my son at the airport, we would have been inside.
Asleep.
And I realized, with sickening clarity, that the danger wasn’t over yet.
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