Ethan’s bottle had leaked earlier, soaking his clothes. I reached into my bag to grab a clean outfit.
“Oh no,” the man groaned theatrically. “You’re not changing him here.”
“It’ll just take a second—”
“No!” He stood up abruptly, gesturing toward the back of the plane. “Take him to the bathroom. Lock yourself in there if you have to. No one should have to deal with this.”
The cabin went silent except for Ethan’s cries. My humiliation felt physical. I gathered our things, murmuring apologies I didn’t owe, and started down the aisle with my baby pressed against my chest.
I was almost at the back when a tall man in a dark suit stepped into the aisle, blocking my path.
For a moment, I braced myself for more judgment. Instead, he met my eyes with calm kindness.
“Ma’am,” he said gently, “please follow me.”
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