Clara noticed that Greg wasn’t watching movies or reading. He was just watching her. When she pulled out her phone to text her mom before takeoff, he glanced sharply at her screen.
“Don’t text anyone,” he suddenly said with a strange smile. “Let’s just enjoy the flight. Turn off your phone, we’re taking off soon.” His tone was soft but commanding. Clara felt a chill run down her spine.
Just then, a flight attendant named Alice was walking down the aisle, checking seatbelts. When she reached Clara’s row, she paused and looked intently first at Greg, then at Clara. Her gaze lingered on the girl’s shoes, and then she locked eyes with Clara. There was alarm in the flight attendant’s eyes.
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