He turned sharply and marched toward the priority lane.

David Ross hurried after him.

David bumped his left knee against the edge of a metal luggage sizer.

The silver latch on his dark leather briefcase popped open, and a thick stack of real estate papers spilled onto the floor.

The pages scattered across the boarding area.

Two sheets drifted across the gray carpet and stopped right in front of Sophie’s sparkly sneakers.

David dropped to his knees, grabbed the loose pages, and shoved them back into his briefcase.