She closed a travel app and slid the phone into her back pocket.

“Are you getting sick or just not sleeping?” she asked.

I rubbed my left collarbone and looked down at her battered sneakers.

“I’ve barely slept since Saturday night,” I said.

Chloe unzipped a small compartment on her bag and pulled out a pair of dark sunglasses.

She pushed them up onto the top of her head.

“Grab the other strap of this bag,” Chloe said.

We carried her luggage through the automatic doors and out into the muggy afternoon air.