I didn’t notice him at first, absorbed in my audiobook. Then a small hand tugged at my sleeve. A little boy, maybe three or four, with red eyes from crying, climbed into my lap. He curled up like he belonged there, and I froze. No one said anything. He fell asleep, trusting me.When the flight ended, I asked a woman next to me about his parents. She thought I was his mother. The boy,

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