Then, last Monday, I needed to catch an early flight for work. My suitcase suddenly broke, and with my car already waiting outside, I grabbed Gary’s old Disney suitcase instead.
At airport security, the bag passed through the scanner.
Then it went through again.
An officer approached me.
“Ma’am, please step over here.”
Something beneath the lining looked suspicious.
When they examined the suitcase closely, they found a row of small red stitches hidden along the inner seam.
My stomach dropped as they carefully opened it.
Inside was a thin package wrapped in plastic and several layers of silver tape.
“Do you know what this is?” the officer asked.
I shook my head.
They started removing the layers.
Then my phone began ringing.
