Chapter 4 — Turbulent Dynamics

Izzy

The cabin hummed with the familiar rhythm of mid-flight activity, the faint whoosh of air circulation blending with the occasional ding of a call button. Izzy moved with practiced ease through the aisle, her polished demeanor concealing the simmer of her thoughts. As always, her focus was on the passengers—some flipping through magazines, others scrolling on touchscreens. A toddler’s wail pierced the calm a few rows ahead, prompting Izzy to crouch beside the harried mother juggling a baby bottle and blanket.