Approximately ninety minutes later, a sharply dressed security representative entered the lobby carrying a black case.
He verified my identity and handed me temporary travel documents, a secure phone, local currency, and a first-class ticket leaving Phuket within hours.
I stared at everything.
“You arranged all this already?”
“Your company takes international incidents seriously.”
Apparently, it did.
Later, sitting in the airport lounge, I placed Evelyn’s note beside my coffee.
“Let’s see who comes for you now.”
They had assumed that taking my identification and phone would erase my ability to act.
They had relied on my orphan status and the fact that I appeared isolated.
They had forgotten who I was before I married Julian.
The secure phone buzzed again before boarding. Martin had sent me a checklist rather than reassurance. Preserve every message. Photograph both notes. Ask the hotel to retain key-card logs, checkout records, hallway footage, and any communication connected to the airline reservation. Do not speculate in writing. Do not contact Julian. Do not delete anything.
