Liam took a deep breath, trying to keep his frustration in check. Atlas, however, was starting to pick up on Clara’s anxiety. The dog shifted slightly, his eyes watching her closely. Liam gave Atlas a soft command to stay calm, but he could feel the unease settling between them. Clara’s words were like a slow burn, each one feeding into the tension in the cabin.
At this point, the situation had become uncomfortable for everyone around them. A few passengers exchanged glances, some of them whispering to one another. A man seated behind Clara muttered under his breath, “It’s a service dog. Chill out.” Clara didn’t respond, but her body language stiffened further.