At the boarding gate, the ground staff blocked me and my son. “Your tickets were
“M-Ms. Vance,” he stammered, his voice tight with the sudden, colossal realization of his error, “there’s been… a terrible mistake.” I could feel the eyes of the entire gate upon us, a hundred passengers watching the drama unfold, their fates inexplicably tied to this moment. Brenda, the ground agent, stood paralyzed, her earlier bravado crumbling…
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