It dawned on everyone that the man in the suit wielded an authority that extended beyond the confines of this plane. Mr. Cooper’s arrogance crumbled, replaced by palpable fear.“I didn’t mean—” Mr. Cooper began to say, but the man in the suit raised a hand to silence him.

“Expect a meeting when you return,” he said simply, turning on his heel and walking back toward the economy section where my former seat awaited him. The cabin remained silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air.As I settled into the plush comfort of the business class seat, a flight attendant approached with a soft smile, offering a blanket and a small pillow for Ethan, who had finally calmed in my arms. I was overwhelmed by a mix of gratitude and relief, a stark contrast to the anxiety that had marked the start of this journey.