He took a quick look back and saw the little boy was still smiling mischievously, his feet ready to kick again. Unaware of the developing crisis, the mother continued to be absorbed in her phone. Jose inhaled deeply to calm his anxiety before doing what he was about to do.
He needed to time this just so. As he waited, little drops of the chilly water condensed on the cup’s outside and fell to his hand.Then, another kick struck the back of Jose’s seat exactly as planned. It was the last straw.