From the minute the boy stepped onto the plane, Carole had an odd feeling about him. She couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but something about him told her to pay close attention. ‘What is it? What are you trying to tell me?’ Carole thought, pensive. She bit her lip and squinted her eyes to take a better look at him.
As the boy moved down the aisle, Carole’s instincts urged her to observe every detail. He seemed young, probably no more than twelve years old. He had a nervous energy around him that was almost palpable. His eyes darted around the cabin, never settling in one place for too long, as if he was worried someone might be watching him. He specifically seemed to avoid looking at the woman at his side