The ship rocks gently beneath us as dawn breaks, casting a warm golden hue over the waves. Jack is still asleep beside me, his breathing steady, but my mind churns with thoughts of Mia, the note, and Brenda’s ominous warning. I slip out of bed as quietly as possible, careful not to disturb him.
The cabin feels smaller today, its walls pressing in on me. The weight of everything—Mia’s disappearance, the cryptic messages, and now the suspicion of the ship’s management being involved—threatens to overwhelm me. But I can’t let fear win. Not now.
I grab my notebook from the desk, flipping it open to jot down everything we’ve uncovered so far. It’s not much, just fragments of a larger puzzle, but seeing it laid out gives me a sense of control.
Mia’s disappearance
The notes: "Trust no one" an
