DAY 18. AT SEA. MID-MORNING
Genevieve had been sitting in the waiting room of the medical suite for twenty minutes. When she had come here the previous evening, she didn’t know if Peter was alive or dead. The terse conversation with the doctor, although confirming that her husband was alive, did little to allay her fears.
‘Can I see him?’
‘Not tonight. He’s in an induced coma so we can do the tests we need to determine what damage there is.’
‘Damage?’ She had to squeeze the word out. Her breath wasn’t working.
‘Mrs Bennet... Genevieve,’ the doctor continued slowly, emphasising each word. ‘Your husband jumped from a great height into a deep, cold sea. He was submerged for some time. He would have drowned except for the passenger who went in after him and held him up. It’s possible that
