*Sabrina*
I sit on the edge of the cot, my arms wrapped around myself so tightly it hurts. I’m trying to take deep breaths, but everything inside me feels broken. Tears stream down my face in hot, silent rivers, blurring the lantern light, and soaking into the fabric of the thin blanket pooled in my lap.
When Gabriel was down here, I tried to tell him about the earthquake, and of course he didn’t believe me. Isla and Tomas were up on deck then, laughing and playing some game with the crew, but now, they’re both back down here in our room, and Gabriel’s retreated to his own quarters.
Isla is beside me, her hand resting gently on my back, rubbing slow comforting circles. Tomas sits on the floor in front of us, and neither of them speaks. The only sounds in the small room are the creak of
