He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

there’s been some confusion. Have you checked the budget motels down on Fifth Street?”

The lobby seemed to go quiet, or maybe it was just the blood rushing in my ears.

“I can afford it,” I said. “I have a reservation. I showed you the confirmation.”

Patricia turned to Jessica. “Did you verify her credit card?”

Jessica took my card and swiped it through continue reading …