The Walk That Felt Like a Suicide Mission
A flight attendant stopped beside Claire.
“Ma’am… are you okay?”
Claire swallowed. “I’m a pediatric nurse. That baby… he’s not just fussy. He’s panicking. I might be able to help.”
The attendant hesitated and glanced forward toward seat 1A.
“The father…” she began carefully. “…isn’t exactly approachable.”
Claire nodded. “I know. But I can’t sit here and listen to that.”
Before she could lose her nerve, she unbuckled and stepped into the aisle.
Every step forward felt heavier.
Not because of fear of Vince Mercer.
Because of what the baby’s cry was doing to her.
