Chapter 51

Maeve’s POV

He slowly raised his eyes to look at me, the journal still open in his hands, pages fluttering slightly in the sea breeze sneaking through the cracked balcony door.

The room felt smaller, the ship’s gentle rock suddenly more pronounced, like the world was tilting under us.

I felt frozen. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't even reach out to snatch the journal away.

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