Justin stared at the instrument panel like he’d never seen it before.
“You okay?” I asked.
He didn’t answer. He gripped the control wheel so hard his knuckles went white.
Joe glanced sharply at Justin, sizing up the situation. “We need to start making the descent,” he instructed.
“I know that!” Justin snapped.
But he didn’t do anything. He just stared at the panel.
This guy had no idea what to do.