CHAPTER 21
“Feeling better now?” my husband asks me.
I try in vain to offer him a smile. “Yeah. I think you’re right. I must be coming down with something.”
I’ve lost track of how long we’ve been here. At least an hour, maybe more. After I calmed down, it took three different agents to help us locate our bags. Now we’re waiting near some back office for the airport workers to grab our luggage and wheel it out to us. I forget how many times I’ve apologized to Russel for ruining his vacation.
“You and the kids should go on without me,” I insist, but of course he won’t leave me.
He’s already called his parents. I have no idea what he told them, nor do I want to. I just want to go home. Get out of here. I feel like every pair of eyes is staring at me.
What was it about that man on the ai
