Liam shifted uncomfortably, his fingers briefly brushing against Atlas’s fur. He could hear Clara’s angry murmurs and the occasional disapproving glance. He didn’t want to make a scene, but he could feel the tension rising. People were starting to take notice. Some glanced at him with sympathy, while others avoided looking altogether.
The plane began to climb, and Clara’s discomfort only grew. She shifted in her seat, glancing at the dog again, then at Liam, before turning back to her seatmate. “I can’t believe they allow them on planes,” she said, her voice loud enough for those around her to hear. “What if he starts barking or attacking someone? It’s so irresponsible.”