The TSA Alarm Went Off the Second They Scanned My ID

a united front.”

He meant image.

He always meant image.

Then, twenty minutes later, he texted only our parents about first-class seats. I know because my father accidentally forwarded me the screenshot while trying to complain about the baggage fees.

Typical.

I booked my own seat. Coach. Window. Fine by me.

Then my mother asked if I could “help with the continue reading …