“Step right over here.”
Clutching the hands of my two boys, I hesitantly followed the man. Working consciously to control my breathing pattern, I slapped on my most Hollywood smile. “What can I help you with?”
His face never changed from cut stone as he flitted through the papers in his hands. “I need to see some identification.” His eyes never left the boys. I could see him scrutinizing their facial characteristics.
The churn in my stomach went to overdrive as I slid my bag from my arm. “Certainly. May I ask why?” Willing my hands to stop shaking, I retrieved the two fake passports from the inside pocket. The blue embossed booklets were snatched from my hands as soon as they surfaced.
The frown on his mouth never relented. You could tell he was furious as he looked over the paperwork.
