As the plane continued to climb, the turbulence began. It was light at first, but Clara seemed to react to even the smallest bumps. She flinched in her seat and held onto the armrest, her eyes darting between Atlas and the flight attendants. Each shake of the plane seemed to exacerbate her anxiety, and her gaze never left the dog.
“I can’t believe they let this happen,” Clara hissed, her voice quivering. “I shouldn’t have to put up with this.” She looked at the flight attendants again, hoping they might intervene. But the crew, already aware of the situation, didn’t know what more to do. They had already explained the situation that moving her to another seat wasn’t an option on a full flight.