"We have two bags packed, two weeks off work, and a full tank of gas in a car that actually works," Evelyn said, a small, genuine smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Do you know how many roadside diners and terrible motels we can buy for three thousand dollars?"
Forty-eight hours later, Arthur logged into his frequent flyer account. The balance, which had sat at a depressing 4,100 miles for years, now read 304,100. His heart did a strange, fluttering acrobatics act in his chest. He immediately booked the tickets. Seat 2A and 2B.
Late one Tuesday evening, he typed four words into a search engine that felt heavier than they looked: buy airline miles cheap.
She typed. Then she paused. She typed again, frowning at the screen.