For six months, my husband slipped off his wedding ring before every business trip and thought I never noticed. I felt something wasn’t right. So I packed his suitcase with something he couldn’t possibly miss, expecting him to find it privately. I didn’t expect airport security to open it first.
I was standing behind the security glass at the airport, watching my husband’s carry-on travel down the belt toward the scanner. Mark was ahead of me in the line, shoes off, phone in the tray, doing everything right.
He looked tense, the way he always did before these trips. He had no idea what was inside that bag as the carry-on passed through the scanner.
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