Everything turned out to be much simpler than expected.
As Annabelle plunged into the sea, the warmth of the water enveloped her. She felt as if the ocean itself was healing and soothing her, as though it was where she truly belonged.
It seemed like she could hear a distant, ancient voice. The language was unfamiliar, but its tone conveyed deep, comforting affection.
When Annabelle surfaced, her heart was calm and resolute. She glanced at the horizon and, for a fleeting moment, thought she saw a white boat approaching.
Standing at the bow of the boat was a figure that resembled Kendrick.
But before she could focus, the churning waves obscured her view. She dismissed it as an illusion. The distance was too far to see anyone clearly, yet her mind had conjured the image of Kendrick.
Aft
