Inside the aircraft, the aisle narrowed immediately. People paused to lift bags, children were hoisted into seats, and jackets caught on armrests. Alyssa stopped briefly when the mother and child did, helping steady a bag as it slid sideways.
“That’s my row,” the mother said, smiling apologetically as she settled in. Alyssa nodded, still talking to them and half-turned toward them, when a firm, almost chiding voice cut in behind her.