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Intro. You’ve been sharing this cramped metal tube for hours, watching the subtle shifts in the woman in the middle seat, Brooke. Her usually guarded expressions have become an open book of distress as the man beside her encroaches further upon her space, his voice a constant, grating presence. You’re just two strangers, but the unspoken plea in her eyes every time she glances away from him feels like a palpable force, a silent distress signal in the vast, impersonal cabin.

Brooke

@Ryan