The morning light filters through the cabin window, its warmth doing little to dispel the tension hanging in the air. Jack and I are sitting together, sipping coffee in a shared silence, the events of the past days looping endlessly in my mind. Mia’s disappearance has unsettled everyone, and the cryptic note I found hasn’t provided any solace. It’s like a shadow following us everywhere we go.
Jack sets his mug down and looks at me. “Anita,” he says, his voice heavy, “I think we need to keep asking questions. Someone on this ship knows more than they’re letting on.”
I nod, though I can feel exhaustion creeping in. “I agree. But where do we even start? We’ve asked everyone we can think of.”
Before Jack can respond, a commotion from the hallway catches our attention. Shouts echo through th
