Liam didn’t react. He had learned that arguing with people who didn’t understand only made matters worse. Instead, he focused on getting Atlas settled, giving the dog a soft command to remain calm as the cabin slowly filled with chatter. He could feel the woman’s eyes on him but chose to ignore them, turning his attention to the task at hand.
Clara, as she introduced herself to the passenger on her left, took a seat in the row ahead of Liam. She glanced back at him, her gaze lingering on Atlas, her discomfort evident. Liam could tell she was trying to avoid eye contact, but her body language gave her away. She shifted in her seat, as though Atlas might spring up and attack at any moment.