Calm Before the Storm
After lunch, the cabin settled into a tense calm, the clatter of service trays fading as they were slowly collected up the aisle, leaving a hushed stillness behind. It felt like the entire plane was taking a collective breath, mentally preparing for whatever needed to happen once we landed. Even Karen’s presence seemed dimmed, her movements more subdued, as if she had finally sensed that the spotlight had shifted—and she was no longer at the center of it all.
Calm Before The Storm
Whispered Plans
Linda, ever the proactive presence, began quietly engaging the passengers around her, rallying support with a calm confidence that drew people in without creating a scene. Her ability to mobilize others with subtlety gave rise to a gentle hum of energy in the cabin, a quiet shift in focus. One by one, heads nodded in agreement, each silent gesture adding another piece to the puzzle of our collective resolve. It was clear now—something was forming, and Linda was at the heart of it.
Whispered Plans
