Checking The Time
A quick glance at my watch did little to ease my nerves—time was slipping away, unstoppable and relentless. “We can’t be that late,” I told myself, clinging to a fragile hope. Yet with each passing moment, our carefully crafted plans seemed to unravel before my eyes. Jacob tugged gently at my sleeve, his curious gaze meeting my anxious one. “Mommy, will it be night when we get there?” he asked softly. “I hope not, sweetheart,” I replied, forcing a reassuring smile while burying the growing weight of my worry.
Checking The Time
Karen Calls For Backup
Karen picked up the cabin phone, her voice low and measured as she spoke with the senior ground staff. The determination in her gaze made it clear they were doing everything possible to resolve the situation. I watched her intently, clinging to the hope that her conversation might shift the tide in our favor. Catching my eye, she mouthed, “Hang tight, we’re working on it,” a small flicker of reassurance in an otherwise tense moment. Though my patience was wearing thin, their efforts offered a glimmer of relief.
Karen Calls For Backup
