The day after Jack's confession feels lighter, as if the weight of the uncertainty between us has finally lifted. For the first time since this cruise began, I wake up excited about what the day might hold. As I step out onto my cabin's small balcony, the sea stretches endlessly before me, its surface glittering like a field of diamonds under the early morning sun.
A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. I open it to find Jack standing across the door, a crooked grin on his face.
“Good morning,” he says, holding out a small white box tied with a navy ribbon.
“What’s this?” I ask, taking the box.
“Open it and see.”
Inside is a simple bracelet with tiny, intricate charms: a starfish, a seashell, and a compass.
“It reminded me of you,” Jack says. “Strong, adventurous, and always fin
