The room feels quiet after Cindy leaves, though her words linger like an unsettling echo. We both have loosened up a bit, but then, Jack's demeanour changes, his brow furrowed in deep thought. I sit on the bed, clutching a pillow to my chest, trying to piece together everything Cindy said.
"Why do I feel like we’ve stepped into some sort of mystery novel?" I mutter, breaking the silence.
Jack pauses mid-step and turns to me. "Because we have, apparently," he says with a dry laugh. "This cruise was supposed to be about relaxation, not... whatever this is."
I nod. "Her timing was suspicious, though. I mean, why come to us now? And what does Jacob Sylvester have to do with any of this?"
Jack rubs the back of his neck and sits beside me on the bed. "That’s the million-dollar question, isn’
