Dan had to swallow his hopes whole—hopes of finding something carried by the raging storm that night. Just like the suitcase with the satellite phone that Sophia had found before, Dan had also wished he might stumble upon something again. But there was nothing. All that remained from that storm was chaos—chaos that was far from being resolved.
After searching high and low, Dan was utterly drained. It wore him out so much that he just ended up sitting on the beach, not even bothering to catch a single fish. Instead, he chose to chill, lost in thought about how his days on this island were numbered. Because sooner or later, he was going to die—just like the rest of them.
When the satellite phone finally powered on, the first number he dialed was Killian’s cell. Though he had no clue whet
