Liam’s patience had reached its limit. “For the last time, he’s a trained service dog. He’s trained to help people in distress; he wouldn’t hurt anyone.” He tried to keep his voice steady, but the weight of Clara’s hostility was beginning to get to him. He had to bite down the urge to shout at her.
Clara rolled her eyes and leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. “Sure, whatever you say.” She glanced at the other passengers, noticing the few who had begun to whisper in Liam’s defense. This seemed to make her angrier and pettier.