Then came the voice—sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.

“Ma’am, you need to keep your baby quiet,” said the flight attendant, her tone heavy with irritation. “Other passengers are trying to rest.”

Maya looked up, startled. “I—I’m trying,” she said, her voice trembling. “He’s just scared. I’ll calm him down.”

The flight attendant crossed her arms. “You should’ve thought of that before bringing an infant on a long flight.”

A few passengers chuckled. Others avoided eye contact. Maya felt her face flush with embarrassment. Tears stung her eyes. She turned away, whispering to Noah, “It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s here.”