Edward, torn between skepticism and an inexplicable gut feeling, decided to act. “I’ll miss my flight for this, but we need to check it out,” he said, addressing the officers.

The female officer nodded, respecting Edward’s concern, and spoke into her radio, requesting a security sweep of the plane. Meanwhile, Edward knelt down to the boy’s level. “What’s your name?” he asked, his voice gentle.

“Tyler,” the boy replied, his voice softening for the first time, perhaps sensing that someone believed him.