Brenda was no longer the picture of smug confidence. Her face was a canvas of shock and embarrassment, her authority evaporated. She was a stark reminder of how power wielded without empathy could crumble under the weight of accountability.

I turned to Leo, my heart softening as I saw his tear-streaked face begin to brighten. “See, Leo? Sometimes, we have to stand up for what’s right, even when it’s hard.”

He nodded, his small hand clasping mine tightly. “Will we see Aunt Sarah soon, Mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart,” I reassured him. “We’re on our way.”

With the director’s urgent reassurances and the promise of expedited arrangements, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. The surrounding passengers watched with a mix of curiosity and admiration, whispers of speculation filling the air as the situation unfolded.