Watching Brenda’s Indifference
Brenda’s casual munching on a bag of pretzels felt like a slap in the face. Here we were, knee-deep in chaos, while she acted as though she had all the time in the world. “Can you believe this?” I muttered to the passenger beside me, who responded with a silent shake of his head, sharing my frustration. Each crunch of her pretzels seemed to magnify the tension in the air. Meanwhile, Jacob remained absorbed in his drawing, blissfully unaware of the growing unease around him.
Watching Brenda’s Indifference
Jacob’s Quiet Escape
As the chaos unfolded around us, Jacob sat quietly, lost in his own world, carefully coloring in his book. His innocence brought a fleeting smile to my face, a gentle reminder of what truly mattered—keeping him calm and content amidst the turmoil. Then, cutting through the cabin’s noise, Brenda’s voice erupted—a sharp, forceful shout directed at someone nearby. It silenced the row instantly, leaving everyone frozen in stunned disbelief.
Jacob’s Quiet Escape
