Without hesitation, she turned around, her steps quick and silent as she made her way back to the galley. There, with a steady hand, she dialed the airport’s emergency number, her mind racing as she reported their imminent arrival and the uneasy situation unfolding on board. Carole spoke with urgency into the phone, “You need to be at the gate ready to board as soon as we land. I can’t let that woman leave the plane with the boy.” Her voice carried a resolve born of deep concern.
Hanging up, she turned to Joanne, sharing a look that said it all. “We’re doing the right thing,” Joanne reassured her, placing a supportive hand on her shoulder. Carole nodded, feeling the weight of their decision but fortified by the belief that they were preventing a potential mishap. The plane’s descent became a countdown to the moment of truth, each second ticking by with heightened anticipation.