Her hands were restless, constantly adjusting her purse or smoothing back a strand of hair, revealing her anxiety. Sandra wondered, ‘What’s on her mind?’ Observing the woman’s quick, blue-eyed glances around the plane, she saw a natural beauty shadowed by her unease, as if her worries were dimming her brightness.
Sandra couldn’t ignore the alarm bells ringing in her head. ‘Why does she seem so out of place?’ she wondered, her gaze following her as she finally chose a seat next to a man… ‘Was that someone she knew? Was that the reason she was acting so nervous?’