I was the one who brought it to Denver.
I didn’t know that I brought it. I took the test the day before the flight just like I’m supposed to. I swear that I did. I admit, I was in a hurry, so maybe I didn’t look at the results as close as I should of. But that’s what the chip in the test is for! If the test comes back positive, the chip alerts the authorities. I never should have been allowed on the flight!
Now I’m here, in a concrete cell under DIA, waiting for more news. Last they told me, there are 130 people dead. It’s been 14 hours.
I can hear them shuffling around outside the door. They’re trying to decide what to do with me. I can’t blame them. I don’t know what to do with me.
But I know what the law says. I won’t be going home to Charlotte.
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