They 're not here, she said to me.
The guards watched as I scooted onto the floor beside her, sticking my hand into the front pocket where I always kept our passports, tickets and money.
- They were here; I said quietly.
- Are you sure? Jessica hissed. I stood up. 'Our passports, our tickets They’ve been stolen.'
This summer - don't have this conversation. Be safe. Protect Your Passport