Children say strange things. I knew that. But something in his tone—quiet, serious—made my chest tighten. I told him to buckle up and wait. I didn’t start the car.

I watched the automatic doors.

A few minutes passed. Then Daniel appeared again.

My heart skipped—maybe he forgot something? But instead of heading toward the departure gates, he walked straight outside, scanned the area, and climbed into a yellow taxi waiting near the curb.