Kevin’s mind raced, but he forced himself to stay calm. The boy’s fear suggested something serious. Grabbing the same notebook that he offered him earlier, he scribbled a note: Is something wrong? He folded it carefully and slid it between the seats, hoping the boy would see it.
Time seemed to stretch as Kevin waited, his anxiety mounting. Had he misinterpreted the boy’s fear? Was the child merely restless? His heart pounded as the silence around him seemed to amplify his growing unease.