Then, as if to further fuel Clara’s hysterics, the plane hit another bump, the turbulence becoming more noticeable. Clara tensed up, her body jerking with every shake. She grabbed her seatbelt tightly, her eyes never leaving the dog.
Atlas, sensing the sudden change in her energy, looked up from where he lay at Liam’s feet. Clara, now even more on edge, misinterpreted the dog’s movement. “See, now he’s staring at me,” she said, almost frantic. “Why is he looking at me like that? Oh, please, make him look away!”