He cast a glance toward the front of the plane, his eyes widening as he spoke, a flash of panic crossing his features. “They’re trying to get help.” The words hit Kristen like a jolt of electricity.
Hurt? On a plane? A knot of anxiety twisted tightly in her stomach, filled with concern and helplessness. She felt her heart racing as she tried to see through the crowd of heads in the cramped aisle. Each worried face blurred together, reflecting her own rising panic.