Ethan jogged through the narrow corridors of the ship, the walls closing in on him as his thoughts raced. His injured shoulder throbbed with every step, the pain a sharp reminder of the fight he'd barely escaped from moments ago. He didn’t care. The only thing that mattered now was reaching the lifeboats.
He rounded the final corner, the faint sound of the sea crashing against the ship growing louder. His heart sank when he saw them: Scarlett clutching Lia tightly, the little girl half-asleep and trembling, while Daniel stood nearby, scanning the shadows like a coiled spring ready to strike.
“You made it,” Daniel muttered as Ethan approached, his voice low but tinged with relief.
Scarlett’s eyes snapped to Ethan, anger and fear battling for dominance in her gaze. “We need to leave now,”
