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I wouldn’t, and smiled. “What’s up, kiddo?”
“I’m glad we didn’t go home that day,” he said quietly.
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
“And Mom?” He looked up at me with those serious dark eyes. “Next time I tell you something feels wrong, you’ll believe me faster, right?”
I knelt down so we were eye level, right there in the middle of airport chaos. “I promise,” continue reading …
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