Edward took a deep breath, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Logic dictated he continue with his day, adhere to the tight schedule that governed his life. After all, the boy could very well be fabricating a story for attention or money. Yet beneath the chaos of airport noise, a small voice in Edward’s mind insisted he listen—truly listen.
The officer, sensing Edward’s hesitation, addressed the boy with a firm, but not unkind, tone. “Young man, if you’re making this up, you could get into a lot of trouble. Are you sure about what you saw?”
The boy nodded earnestly, his eyes wide, imploring. “I know it sounds crazy, but I swear I’m telling the truth. Please, just check the plane.”
