The Boy at Gate 14 Had My Last Name—And a Secret That Changed Everything

It was supposed to be a normal layover—just me, a coffee, and a long wait at the gate. But then I saw him: a small boy, no more than six, wandering alone through the terminal. He clutched a backpack like it was the only thing holding him together, his eyes darting, scared and searching. No…
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