Eleven
The next morning, I was nestled into my cabin on Silver Lining when a voice that didn’t belong to Edith or Peter came from the salon. Propped up with pillows, I sat reclined against the slanted wall of my cabin, reading. A few moments passed before someone knocked on my door.
“Come in,” I called.
The door opened, and Eivind’s head poked into my cabin. “Hallo.” He grinned at me.
“Hey,” I said. “Welcome to my humble abode.” I gestured my arms wide to take in the room.
Eivind chuckled, stepped in, and closed the door behind him. He sat on the edge of my bed and swung his bare feet up so he sat across from me, leaning on the other side. I grabbed another pillow and tossed it to him.
“Thank you.” He supported his back and rested his hand on my feet, which were crossed at the ankles
