The TSA Alarm Went Off the Second They Scanned My ID

maybe my age with tired eyes and excellent posture, leaned down and said, “Ms. Sloan, your mother was wondering if you’d consider trading so they can sit together.”

My parents had already been sitting together.

They just wanted me back where I’d started.

I looked over the seat.

My mother smiled. Tight again. Jacob stared straight ahead.

“No,” I said.

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