“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.
Quasi kissed Kenzo’s forehead, then my cheek.
“Love you both.”
Then he turned and walked toward the TSA line without looking back, blending into the river of travelers heading toward metal detectors and gates.
I watched until I couldn’t see him anymore.
Only then did I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
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