“I don’t understand how two bags can just go missing—” “Oh…wait,” she murmurs, the screen of the computer glowing in the reflection off her glasses. “Yeeep…here they are. I typed the flight number in wrong.” I stay very still. It’s easier this way. I don’t get a manager called on me this way…or a police officer. “Please just find them.” While she starts clicking away, I shift the bags on my shoulder, looking down at my phone. It’s been blowing up since I stepped up to the counter.
