On A Family Cruise, My Son Was Laughing. My Daughter-In-Law Was Taking Photos. The Waitress Came Close And Slipped Me A Note Under The Table. It Said: Call For Help. I Stayed Calm. I Tucked The Note And Nodded. Twenty Minutes Later, They Were Tight-Lipped In FRONT OF THE CREW.

I didn’t sleep that night. I listened to the hum of the engine beneath the floor, to the creek of metal expanding against salt air. At one point, I heard footsteps outside my door, a soft knock, then nothing.

Morning came too slowly. My eyes were sore, and the nausea was back—heavier this time. But I got dressed, brushed my hair, and pinned on my brooch like nothing had changed.

At breakfast, I saw the waitress again. She passed my table quickly, then paused. As she poured coffee into the cup of the man beside me, she turned her wrist slightly, revealing a tiny mark in pen near the crease of her thumb.

It was a phone number, local area code. She didn’t say a word, but her eyes met mine, and I knew then with terrifying clarity. I wasn’t imagining any of it.

The next morning, I didn’t go to breakfast. Instead, I sat quietly on the small balcony attached to my cabin, wrapped in a cardigan, watching the fog roll over the water like slow breath. My hands were still trembling.

The note from the night before rested on the table beside me, folded once, but already worn at the edges from how many times I had opened and closed it. I hadn’t slept. Not really.

My eyes had shut for minutes at a time, but my body refused rest. I kept listening for footsteps, for doors, for any shift in the hallway outside. But it was the silence that did more damage.

The quiet made my thoughts louder. I kept replaying the moments from the dining room from earlier that week—every smile from Lyanna, every glass of tea she poured, every time Darren offered to walk me back to my room. I had ignored too many things.

And now I couldn’t afford to ignore anything else. Just before 10:00, I left my cabin and made my way slowly toward the mid-deck cafe. I didn’t want to go back to the formal dining room, too exposed, too watched.

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