Silent Support
I scanned the faces of the passengers around me, locking eyes with a few. Their sympathetic nods and knowing glances made it clear—they were on my side. Some leaned toward their seatmates, whispering quietly, their looks filled with understanding. While their expressions ranged from concern to mild irritation, the shared empathy eased the burden on my shoulders. In the midst of the chaos, it felt like a small but supportive army had formed around us.
Silent Support
Jacob’s Restlessness
Jake shifted uneasily, clutching his small backpack as though it held everything he owned. The kid was ready for a flight, not an unforeseen stand-off. I wished there was more I could do to ease his discomfort, but all I managed was a reassuring squeeze of his hand. Silently, I hoped the situation would resolve in our favor—ideally with seats for the both of us.
Jacob’s Restlessness
