Within an hour, he was chatting with a user named 'TheArchivist' on an encrypted messaging app. The Archivist claimed to have access to 300,000 miles in a specific star alliance program, enough for two round-trip business class tickets with lie-flat seats and warm sake.
"I tried to get them cheap, Evie," Arthur whispered, his voice cracking. "I just wanted it to be perfect."
She typed. Then she paused. She typed again, frowning at the screen.
Evelyn looked at the screen, then back at her husband's crestfallen face. She took his shaking hands in her own, the calluses on her palms rough and familiar.