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
Daniel glanced at me.
“Does that include where I fit in all this?”
“Not this morning.”
He rubbed his palms.
“Fair.”
Twenty minutes later, he came back carrying a crate.
“The heating units are marked for east storage.
Straps are different.”