My Brother Handed Me an Economy Ticket

clipped a stanchion.

“Wait. Hold on. Emily, what is this?”

My mother had gone pale under her powder.

Dad just stared at the black credential holder in my hand as if it had turned into a snake.

I looked at the officer.

“Can my family continue through screening?”

He answered carefully. “They can continue on their original itinerary, yes.”

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