Marcus stepped back and let me go closer.

The zipper was all the way closed.

A small plastic luggage tag shaped like a cartoon cat hung from the handle.

I knelt down and unzipped the main compartment.

The nylon halves fell open, showing a clear plastic packing cube.

Inside, someone had carefully folded dozens of tiny clothes.

I saw three new bathing suits, a stack of cotton shorts, and a small sealed bag of sunscreen and pink sunglasses.

“Summer clothes,” Rebecca said.