He didn’t look up at Sophie or me.

“I’m sorry,” David said to the floor.

He snapped the briefcase shut and ran to catch up with Caldwell.

I picked up my canvas bag and guided Sophie toward the boarding podium.

The digital sign above the gate flashed the boarding group numbers in bright red letters.

We stood right behind an older couple scanning their phones.

Caldwell marched right past us and bumped his elbow hard against my shoulder.

“Excuse me,” I said.