Megan crouched to meet Logan’s eyes. “Sweetheart, please keep your feet still. We all want to have a comfortable flight.”
Logan shrugged. His mother finally looked up, annoyance flashing in her eyes. “He’s a kid,” Vanessa said coldly. “Maybe she should toughen up.”
Megan’s voice stayed calm. “Ma’am, I’m only asking for courtesy.”
That was when Vanessa leaned back and said loudly, “The problem isn’t him. It’s that Black girl making a scene.”
The air went still. Passengers turned. Zara’s eyes filled with tears, her hands gripping the armrest. Megan straightened slowly. Her expression hardened though her voice remained steady. “Ma’am, that language is unacceptable on this aircraft.”
Vanessa smirked. “Oh please, it’s called freedom of speech.”
Megan stood up. “I’ll be right back.” She walked briskly toward the front of the plane to contact the head attendant. Passengers exchanged uneasy glances. A man across the aisle began filming with his phone.