The TSA Alarm Went Off the Second They Scanned My ID

Dennis stuck out his hand and said, in a voice that carried farther than it needed to, “We still use your Phoenix response plan as training material.”

Jacob made a small sound. Not a word. More like his throat had stepped on a rake.

My father looked from Dennis to me to the black wallet in my hand.

My mother said, “Susan works in… administration.”

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