“Well, Tyler, if you’re telling the truth, you might have just saved a lot of lives,” Edward said, placing a reassuring hand on the boy’s shoulder.

As the minutes ticked by, tension in the terminal grew thicker. Passengers shuffled anxiously, their murmurs a backdrop to the unfolding drama. Edward’s thoughts drifted to his son, Daniel, and he felt a pang of guilt. How often had he dismissed his son’s stories as fantastical imaginations of a young boy? Perhaps this was a moment of redemption, a chance to trust and believe, rather than dismiss.