“You know how they are.” Without waiting for Kevin’s response, she reinserted her earbud and returned to her phone, her demeanour unchanged. Kevin felt a surge of frustration rise within him, but he tried to steady himself.
Maybe the woman was right—children did often act out. Another jarring kick landed squarely against Kevin’s spine. He took a slow, deep breath, filling his lungs with the musty, recycled air of the aeroplane.