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

shift in power, let go of my arms immediately and stepped back, holding their hands up in surrender.

Adrian reached me in seconds. He dropped his briefcase, his hands immediately cupping my face, his eyes scanning me frantically for injuries.

“Are you hurt? Did they hurt you? Camila, baby, look at me. Are you okay?”

I couldn’t speak. I just shook my head,continue reading …