Dragged From Seat 1A, He Held His Ticket As The Cabin Turned Against Him

Marcus looked around the cabin at the faces watching him—some sympathetic, some uncomfortable, some openly hostile. Every expression told the same story: they’d seen his appearance and made their judgment. The boarding pass in his hand might as well have been invisible.

“Six minutes to departure,” the captain’s voice crackled over the intercom.

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