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

the dam breaking, and collapsed into his chest. I sobbed uncontrollably, burying my face in his suit jacket, inhaling his familiar scent. His arms wrapped around me, a fortress of safety in the middle of the nightmare. I felt his heart pounding against my cheek like a sledgehammer.

Behind us, I heard Patricia’s voice, suddenly small and trembling.

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