They Called Me “Poor Old Mom”—So I Bought a One-Way Freedom Ticket

the officer who called you. If you’d like, I can handle communication so you don’t have to engage.”

I closed my eyes and let the ocean air fill my lungs.

Yes, I thought. That. That’s why I hired you.

“Do it,” I said. “Handle it.”

Then I lowered my voice.

“And one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“If they ask,” I said, “tell them their mother is not missing.”

I looked out continue reading …