Choose Your Own Demise
I SHUFFLED MY FEET and stared at the electronic display. No, still not time for my parents' plane to land. I'd arrived at the airport an hour early. I didn't want to repeat disasters of days past when I'd arrived after they'd come through the arrival gates. It had been only five minutes and the cause had been a massive accident. Of course, because it was me, my parents gave me the sour treatment for an entire weekend rather than showing any relief their son wasn't dead or severely wounded.
My phone pinged with a private message from Salma. Encouraging memes and other fun comments. I replied with the appropriate series of amused emojis. Hopefully, she'd feel less guilty over not being here for this debacle.
Ever since I'd met her in high school, Salma had been my g
