My Sons Laughed at the Faded Alaska Baggage Tag My Husband Left Me—Then It Led to a Fleet They Were Trying to Sell for $2.7 Million

“I didn’t know what else to do.”

I shut the trunk.

Daniel stood beside the driver’s door.

“Do you want me to come home with you?”

“No.”

He nodded.

Then, before walking away, said:

“I don’t think that tag is a joke.”