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Evelyn gripped Arthur’s arm. "Artie? What is she talking about?"

She typed. Then she paused. She typed again, frowning at the screen.

For three months, Arthur lived in a state of suspended animation. He didn't tell Evelyn. He simply told her to pack a bag for a "significant weather change" and to ensure her passport was valid. buy airline miles cheap

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"Is this legal?" Arthur typed, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. Evelyn gripped Arthur’s arm

"Mr. and Mrs. Vance," she said, her voice dropping into that professional octave used for delivering bad news. "There seems to be a flag on these tickets." Arthur felt the blood drain from his face. "A flag?"

"The miles used to book these seats were flagged as part of an unauthorized corporate transfer," she said, leaning forward. "The account has been frozen for audit. These tickets have been voided." Then she paused

Arthur looked at the agent, then at his wife. The lie-flat seats, the cold sake, the thirty-year-old promise—they were evaporating in the sterile air of Terminal 5. He could see the pity in the agent's eyes, and worse, the realization in Evelyn's.