Chapter 3

Carter said flatly, "Mr. Rivera, Ms. Romero never drinks. We're just following orders. Please don't give us a hard time."

I glanced at the group of burly men closing in, then at the airport security officers behind them, all itching to jump in.

I swallowed hard. No use in picking a fight I couldn't win. Sometimes it was smarter to bend than break

I quietly tucked my boarding pass away and gave the flight attendant a smile that looked like I was about to cry.

"Sorry, something happened at home. I won't be flying today," I said.

The flight attendant…