The baby had been wailing since takeoff. That high-pitched, frantic kind of cry that cuts through engine noise and earbuds and every last nerve in your body. People were shifting in their seats, huffing, throwing sideways glances.
The girl holding him couldn’t have been more than sixteen.
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