The night stretches long and restless. I sit by the window in our cabin, the soft hum of the ship’s engines vibrating beneath my feet. The ocean outside is a blanket of black, its waves lapping gently against the hull. Jack lies on the bed behind me, his breathing steady but shallow, as though even in sleep, the tension refuses to release him.
My thoughts spiral endlessly, replaying Mia’s bruised face, the cryptic note, and the sinister implications of her words. Whoever targeted her isn’t just a shadow among us—they’re a deliberate, calculating force. And if they’re willing to harm someone as innocent as Mia, what might they do next?
By the time dawn begins to creep through the curtains, my resolve has hardened. We can’t sit idly by while danger lurks onboard.
Jack stirs awake, his blu
