for several seconds before pulling it out.
For the first time in a year, I opened it.
The main compartment looked empty except for the faint smell of old sunscreen.
“It’s just a bag,” I whispered.
I transferred my clothes and work folders inside, zipped it shut, and ran.
In the cab, however, I noticed something odd.
The suitcase felt slightly heavier than it should have.
Not enough to frighten me.
Just enough to make me frown.
At the airport, I placed it on the security belt.
The bag entered
