Her pulse quickened as she stepped into the business class cabin. Everything here felt calmer, more contained, as though the chaos hadn’t yet touched these cushioned seats. Then she saw him—the veteran. He was still in her old seat, reclined comfortably. His face was calm, almost too calm, giving him an odd, detached look.
Kristen felt a strange wave of unease wash over her, but she forced it down, convincing herself that he simply wasn’t aware of the situation unfolding at the front. Hesitantly, she walked towards him.