I straightened up slowly, and I looked around the crowded terminal, at the hundreds of strangers.

“Mother,” I said.

“How do you know I’m standing with her right now?”

There was the smallest pause on the line.

And Rosalind, behind me, made a small sound, and I turned to see her staring past me into the crowd, her eyes wide with a terror I had not seen on her yet.

I followed her gaze across the concourse.