“See?” “I told you something wasn’t right,” Carole said quickly, her voice low but urgent. Joanne, now fully on board, replied just as swiftly, “I get it now. Let’s go help him.” There was no time for a lengthy discussion; their priority was clear. Carole and Joanne didn’t hesitate; they rushed over to see what was happening, their earlier worries now seeming very real.
They found the boy trying hard to get away from the woman holding him. “Let him go!” Carole shouted, her voice strong and clear in the busy cabin. The woman, taken aback, locked eyes with Carole, surprise etching her features. “He’s just frightened by the engine’s roar,” she attempted to explain, her voice a mix of defensiveness and concern. Yet, Carole’s instincts screamed otherwise; the woman’s words just didn’t sit right with her.