Karen’s Curt Return
With Karen back on duty, the atmosphere remained heavy. Her interactions were curt and devoid of warmth, as if she had thrown up emotional walls between herself and the rest of us. The earlier tension still lingered, casting her firmly in the role of the flight’s antagonist. Each motion she made was marked by stiff smiles and robotic precision, a performance so strained it was hard not to wonder how long she could keep up the act before someone challenged her again.
Karen’s Curt Return
A Chat with Jake
I turned to Jake, hoping for some clarity. “Can you believe her?” I whispered. He gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable, completely unsurprised. “People like her don’t handle unexpected changes well,” he said calmly, as if observing from a distance. It was clear Jake was seeing the situation from a broader perspective—one that extended well beyond the tight confines of the airplane cabin. His steady presence amid the chaos reassured me that, at the very least, he understood just how strange things had become.
A Chat With Jake
