Harper Lawson — The Midnight Betrayal
Nobody was deciding whether my answers deserved to be heard.
I had wanted a morning without fear.
That evening, I realized I was beginning to have entire days.
PART 30: THE FLIGHT I FINALLY TOOK
Sixteen months after the night Lorraine opened my suitcase, I booked a real flight to Chicago.
The trip was for a hospitality conference, though I added two extra days to visit museums and walk beside the lake.
At the airport, I stood in the security line with a new carry-on.