“If there’s an issue with my identification,” she said, her voice steady, “you can verify it through your system.”
Linda’s lips pressed into a thin line.
“I know how to do my job,” she snapped, though her actions suggested otherwise.
What happened next unfolded so quickly that for a moment, nobody quite processed it.
Linda gripped the passport more tightly, her fingers curling around the edges, and with a sudden, sharp motion, she tore it in half.