Alexander stood and moved to the chair beside mine.
“This seat?” he asked.
I sat down.
“That one you can keep.”
Outside my office, children laughed beneath warm lights while tired parents arrived knowing someone would help carry the weight.
I had boarded the wrong plane because I was too exhausted to see where I was going.
But I had not been too tired to notice the truth.
The briefcase almost made me the easiest person to blame.
Instead, it became the reason no one would ever underestimate me again.
