appeared to be in his forties, wearing an expensive gray suit and carrying a polished leather briefcase.
His phone was already pressed against his palm.
“Just a moment,” I told him.
He didn’t acknowledge me.
Instead, he stepped forward, pushed past my shoulder, and struck Dad hard enough to make him stumble sideways.
I grabbed Dad’s arm before he fell.
“Excuse me! You just shoved my father!”
The man ignored me and presented his identification to the security officer.
I couldn’t believe it.
Dad placed a hand on my wrist.
