“Well, figure it out,” the man cut in. “Or maybe don’t bring him on a plane if you can’t handle it.”
That’s when I heard the small, broken sound she made trying not to cry.
And something in me shifted.
I didn’t plan it. I didn’t weigh whether it was my place. I just reached down, unbuckled my seatbelt, and stood up. The click sounded louder than it should have. The man looked up, annoyed. “What?” he snapped. I stepped into the aisle, steady, calm in a way that surprised even me. “You don’t get to talk to her like that,” I said.
He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Oh, here we go. Another hero. Mind your own business.”
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