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
Northline.
A deposit sat beside my initials.
$11,800.
I frowned.
“I would remember moving eleven thousand eight hundred dollars.”
“You handled more than that.”
“I don’t remember this.”
Sarah turned another page.