Henry sat hunched forward, his expensive suit rumpled, his hair no longer smoothly styled, his expression filled with worry. Anyone looking at him could see that this was not the confident executive they expected. This was a tired father doing his best to manage a situation he had no real control over.
“Sir, she might just be overtired,” a flight attendant whispered gently, trying to offer reassurance without calling more attention to the family.
As Nora’s cries grew louder, Henry felt a familiar wave of helplessness rising in his chest.
Then a voice from farther back in the plane called out.
“Excuse me, sir… I think I might be able to help.”
Henry looked up, startled. A teenager, likely no older than sixteen, stood in the aisle. He wore simple clothes and carried a well-worn backpack. Nothing about him suggested wealth or privilege. But what stood out most was the calm in his eyes. Even in this stressful moment, he radiated an easy steadiness that instantly softened the tense energy around him.
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