As the plane began to level out, the turbulence grew more pronounced. Clara’s anxiety heightened with each bump of the plane, her gaze locked onto Atlas, who remained calm as though nothing could touch him. Her own fear and judgment seemed to fuel her own hostility further.
The turbulence increased slightly, making Clara more anxious. She shifted in her seat, her eyes flicking between Liam and Atlas. Then, deliberately, with the face of a martyr, she pushed her seat all the way back, jolting the space around Atlas. Liam’s stomach sank; he immediately knew the dog would be disturbed.