It was simple, dark blue, with no hidden compartment that I had not inspected myself.

For a moment, my hands grew cold.

I heard Lorraine’s voice in memory: By breakfast, she’ll be finished.

I moved forward with the line, handed over my identification, and followed the screening instructions like everyone else.

Nothing happened.

I collected my shoes, bought a bottle of water, and sat beside the window.

The runway was bright under the morning sun.

Travelers hurried past carrying coffees, backpacks and the ordinary worries of people going somewhere.