Clara continued to glance back at him, and Liam could feel the tension mounting. She leaned over toward her seatmate and spoke in a voice loud enough for several people to hear. “Maybe they should make people with those things sit in the back, away from the rest of us.” The remark was thinly veiled but sharp, and a few passengers exchanged uncomfortable glances.
Liam kept his composure. He’d been through this before. He knew how to handle situations like these. Atlas, still calm, remained seated beneath him, seemingly oblivious to the small conflict brewing around them. Liam’s focus remained on calming his dog, but he could feel the eyes of others turning toward him, some of them sympathetic, others less so.