Katarina POV Inside The Shipping Container On Sea This Time
“Don’t you f*****g die on me.”
My voice cracked. My hands were shaking, pressed against Maribel’s shoulder. She was breathing. Barely. Her head lolled back, mouth dry, lips cracked like old pavement.
“Hey,” I whispered, slapping her cheek lightly. “Wake up. Come on, don’t do this. I need someone to be miserable with.”
She groaned. One eye blinked open.
“God,” she croaked. “You’re still here.”
“Yeah, lucky you. Your cellmate’s got bad breath and a worse attitude.”
The floor of the container rocked beneath us again. Salt air seeped in through the rusted vents. It smelled like wet iron and sea rot. Like the ocean was trying to swallow us whole.
I leaned back against the cold wall, staring at the ceiling.
“Still moving,” I mu
