You Took My Luggage, I Took Everything
Language: en
"Miss, I think you might have the wrong suitcase." "How could I be wrong about my own suitcase?" "Because this one," he said, "is mine." "Yours? Does it have your name on it? Who saw you with it?" At the airport's baggage claim, a fragile, tearful voice clung to a sakura-pink suitcase, refusing to let go. Beside her, a man stood like a bodyguard, shielding her as he shot a dismissive glare at the suitcase's true owner. A sharp throb pulsed in Sophia's temples. This business trip was turning into a complete nightmare. The carousel whirred, a monotonous drone in the chaotic, bustling…