exhausted her more than she expected. She tucked her hair back into her hat and secured the large sunglasses she’d purchased back home on her nose. She hoped no one recognized her, but she wasn’t going to hold her breath. She walked down the ramp, dragging her carry-on bag behind her. A few of the other passengers gave her sharp looks, probably because she kept almost tripping over her bag because the glasses obscured her vision, but no one pointed or yelled her name. At the end of the tunnel, she turned left because everyone else was going right. When she found a semi-quiet spot near the wall, she pulled out her cell phone and turned it on. Eighty-five messages appeared on her screen. Ugh. She didn’t know any of the people who’d tried to call and didn’t even try to scroll through them all. She mass-deleted them and called her brother. “You’re here?” he asked, not bothering to say hi. It didn’t matter. “Yeah, my flight just got in.
