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

that didn’t exist.

Adrian pulled out his phone.

“Harper, get to the Grand Meridian. Now.” He paused, listening for a split second. “I don’t care if you’re in a meeting. I don’t care if you’re at your daughter’s wedding. Get here in the next fifteen minutes or start looking for a new job.”

Mr. Harper was the Regional Director, Adrian’s right-hand man. continue reading …