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 texted next.
Did Michael talk to you?
I put the phone face down.
Sarah reached for the lamp.
“Tomorrow at six fifty-five.”
“Why that early?”
“Because I want you reading before everyone starts working.”
She stopped.