*Will*
Edward is sound asleep by the time I return to our room. I can hear him snoring from his adjoining room. But I’m not quite ready to fall into slumber, not with that kiss on my mind. I quietly pour a scotch and slip out onto the deck.
My mind has been going back and forth between believing Millie and thinking her mad, but after that kiss, I’m positive she’s from the future. No woman in 1912 would be so bold. And if I believe that about her, perhaps I’d better take more seriously her insistence that the ship will sink, as difficult as that is to fathom.
The evening breeze is cool, and my mind shifts to thoughts of icebergs. I believe the water is cold enough here that they might be a concern. I think of all the people on the ship, particularly those souls in third-class who are so
