I drove six hours to check into my new luxury resort, only for the front desk clerk to toss a keycard at my feet.

in rental cars. They did not carry their own canvas bags. They did not wear plain white sneakers. And, above all, they did not look like me.

“No,” Justin whispered, shaking his head. It was a pathetic, involuntary denial. “No, this is a glitch. The system is wrong. She… she walked in off the street. She’s a vagrant.”

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