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Roger
I stand on the deck of the rescue ship, a salty breeze whipping around me. Coast Guard officers rush around, helping survivors from the cruise liner. The sun beats down on my face, and I feel unsteady on my feet, a bone-deep exhaustion. The noise of those around us fades away, and the only sound is our hearts pounding.
Abby lies on a stretcher, eyes distant as she takes in the scene before us. "Hard to believe it's over," she murmurs. It's been one hell of a ride, both physically and emotionally—but she doesn't need me to say that out loud.
I place a hand on her shoulder and feel her tense body beneath my touch. Her gaze meets mine, and we share a knowing look.
“Time to say goodbye, I guess,” she murmurs, her voice cracking slightly as she looks around at the faces of those w
