“Yeah. I’d appreciate that,” Emily said quietly. “Thank you, George.” George smiled gently. “Of course. Take care, Emily. And again, I’m really sorry.” They exchanged their details, and after a few more polite words, George and the woman stood to leave. Emily watched them walk away, her thoughts still racing.
As she turned to Peter, her eyes filled with tears again. “I don’t know what’s going on, Peter. I just… I need to know the truth.” Peter placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “We’ll figure this out, Emily. You’re not alone in this.” The cruise continued its journey, but Emily felt as though the ship had become a prison.