What was going on?
“Excuse me?” the stern flight attendant said, her tone laced with a hint of attitude. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Her colleague, the kinder of the two, gave her a pointed look—one that spoke louder than words. “We need to have a word in the galley,” she said firmly. Without another word, the two flight attendants walked away, leaving Cora behind, puzzled and uncertain.
What Was Going On
Gathered in the galley
Cora, along with the rest of the passengers, watched in silence as the flight attendants huddled together in the galley. Their attention was fixed on one of their own, who spoke with an air of urgency, her tone suggesting the gravity of her words. As she revealed the contents of Cora’s passport, a wave of unease passed over the group. One by one, their faces turned pale.
Gathered In The Galley
