*Millie*
I can barely hold my hands steady, my nerves are so shot. This is it—April 14—the day the Titanic will sink. Maybe everything we’ve done has somehow changed what will happen, but we won’t know until tonight. I wouldn’t be able to get through the day if it weren’t for Will. Though I woke up without him earlier, I know he was busy doing more things to help prevent some of the tragic loss of life.
Now, we all attempt to eat breakfast, but I barely get down more than a few bites of toast.
“You should eat, Millie,” Will insists. “You’ll need your strength later.”
“Maybe for lunch.” I set down my napkin and shake my head. “Right now, I just… can’t.”
He nods sympathetically, reaching below the table to take my hand. “Okay, but promise you’ll try again later.”
“I will.” I inhale,
