A Preemptive Stance
Betty positioned herself to have an unobstructed view as the descent commenced.
She observed the boy, who clutched the window shade, peeking out at the looming ground. His guardian, feigning a casual demeanor, intermittently checked her watch, betraying her anxiety. Betty, though poised, had already rehearsed her next steps in her mind, ensuring she was ready to act the moment the wheels touched down.
