Hours seemed to pass in that small room, each minute stretching into eternity. I thought about Adam, who must be waiting for me at our destination, his excitement turning into confusion.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the officers returned. Their expressions were less severe. “We’ve reviewed the footage,” the female officer said. “It seems you’re telling the truth. The man you described was seen leaving the bag under your seat before switching with you.”

Relief washed over me, but it was mixed with frustration. “So, what happens now?”

“We’re coordinating with the authorities at the destination airport,” the male officer explained. “They’ll handle it from here. We’re sorry for the inconvenience.”