ts. Cabin crew, please take

with only about twenty percent of my romance novel left. The site that I watched my Turkish dramas on had been way too buggy on the plane's WiFi and I kept getting pop-ups with some woman with large boobs a

st's work. Oftentimes, digs turned up nothing more than some broken pottery and animal bones, b

ompleted the canvas-the canvas of my origins. A thrill of electricity buzzed through me, and my legs ji

my arm on the rest

sunshine!" I humm

had probably disturbed her highness's beauty rest. I had started to worry she'd slipped into a coma or something since she had been passed out for the past nine hours. It had been a long fli

er head, Angela chugged water clumsily from a plastic bottle like

nford. In fact, when she wasn't traveling, she looked like a living, breathing Barbie doll. It was certainly not

of it, wearing only designer labels and accessories that were perfectly coordinated. That was why I had found it so amusing to see her show up to the airport before our flight

d jeans were comfortable yet

-to-do family. Just going to get gas in her Porsche convertible qualified as a social ev

gs about dosing at the levels that were currently coursing through Angela's body. That would explain why she was no longer digging her nails into my arms like she had at take

ainst myself that she would ditch the internship to spend her summer y

front of me, I extracted a can of room-temperature Diet

Angela croaked as she

ouder than expected since I had popped my drums to accommodate the increase in air pressure. Still, I watched happily

plane made contact with the runway,

in church on a Sunday as she signaled the sign of the cross on her chest. She wasn't part

-body bag in front of my feet. "You're fee

sked, looking at the sun bea

ia screen in front of me. "Ab

four in the morning?" Angela groane

the Xanax you took, and the time d

at many, else you would have had t

just pretended not to

lcome relief. I immediately stood up, even though our row was toward the back and it would be a w

my location on social media, thanks to my international plan. A gentle shove to the shoulder from Angela signaled I was hold

h her Louis Vuitton roller bag next

t, unable to locate my black bag with the polka do

n, it's not here? Wh

rtment as the line of passengers anx

must have taken o

f my clothes or toiletries? The cross-body bag that I did have was only big enough to carry my tablet, cellphone, and wallet and I'd had

lothes until your bag shows up, but you should

of the hostesses who'd served our flight were smil

I explained that my

sation in English. "Miss, if you believe your baggage was stolen, you will need to file a

assigns an impromptu project? How will I look up the mummification procedure of the eighteenth dynasty?!" The words flew out a mile a

xed into a stern smile as she eyed the line of people behind me

e along. "We'll talk to the agent at baggage claim and see what they ca

an ancient Egyptian–style curse on the klepto who had my bag. Although, I'

and forty minutes later, and I still felt as hopeless as I had when I'd first discovered my bag was gone. All that time spent just to get to the counter to

, I found Angela waiting f

uck with

. "They said they'll call me, but w

" I knew my lost luggage was just a convenient justification for over-packing, but

going to waste the "beginning of it stressing over something I couldn't control like stolen luggage. Straighten