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

at me, his eyes widening in horror as he recognized me. “Mrs. Rodriguez? Oh God. Oh my God.”

He turned on Patricia. “What have you done?”

Patricia tried to explain, her words tumbling over each other in a panic. “She didn’t say who she was! She looked ordinary! We get scammers all the time, Mr. Harper. How were we supposed to know?”

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