rolled his eyes.
“Then quit standing around and hurry.”
Claire covered her mouth as she giggled.
I remember noticing their amusement.
But I didn’t understand it.
I was used to being the person sent on errands, the one expected to obey without asking questions.
So I handed over the luggage and ran.
I hurried down the station stairs, crossed the parking lot, and reached our car with my lungs burning from the cold air.
I opened the passenger door.
No red purse.
I checked the back seat.
Nothing.
I looked beneath the seats, around the floor mats, and inside the trunk.
Still nothing.
I searched the entire car a second time.
My hands were shaking, partly from the cold and partly from a growing sense that something was terribly wrong.
Then I slammed the door and sprinted toward the station.
I raced up the stairs.
Pushed past the remaining travelers.
