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

His face changed.

“Why?”

“To answer the question nobody here can answer.”

He straightened his cuff.

“Mom, this is not a good week to dig through every side arrangement Dad ever made.”

“I asked who owns the northern operation.”

“You don’t need to make this harder.”

“Who owns it?”