He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

looked exactly like what I was: a tired traveler who had just survived a five-hour flight in economy. I hailed a taxi to the hotel, my heart hammering against my ribs. I couldn’t wait to see the shock and happiness on Adrian’s face when I knocked on his suite door.

The taxi pulled up to the curb at the Grand Meridian, and I felt that familiar swell continue reading …