His hands were fidgety, constantly adjusting the strap of the backpack slung over his shoulder or running through his disheveled hair. Despite the plane’s comfortable ambiance, he wore a jacket much too large for his slight frame, making him appear even smaller, almost swallowed by the fabric. Even his walk was hesitant, each step taken with a cautiousness that was unusual for someone his age.
Carole couldn’t ignore the alarm bells ringing in her head. ‘Why does he seem so out of place?’ she wondered, her gaze following him as he finally chose a seat. The way he glanced around before sitting down, the slight tremble as he stowed his backpack under the seat in front of him—every little action screamed that something was off.