Jack and I walk hand in hand, heading back to the cabin after an exhilarating round of miniature golf. The chatter and laughter from other passengers fill the air, a comforting reminder of the lively atmosphere aboard the cruise. My heart feels light, buoyed by the joy of the day, but I know there are still a few things I need to attend to in the cabin before dinner.
As we turn a corner near one of the ship’s lounges, a familiar figure comes into view. David, the retired sports editor we met briefly at the New Year’s Gala, is leaning casually against the railing, a cup of coffee in hand. His silver hair catches the sunlight, and his easy smile radiates a sense of calm confidence.
“David!” I call out, waving as we approach.
He looks up, his face lighting up with recognition. “Anita! Jack
