(Sabrina’s POV)
The cruise ship is massive—bigger than I imagined when I looked at the pictures online. Standing at the dock, staring up at the white hull that seems to stretch into the sky, I feel my stomach twist with doubt.
This was a mistake. I should be home with Jake, preparing for my new job, dealing with the custody paperwork Richard keeps sending over.
But then I remember Jake's little face this morning, how serious he looked when he made me promise to "have fun and make friends." How Sophia practically shoved me out the door with my hastily packed suitcase.
"You need this," she'd said. "Stop overthinking and just go."
So here I am. Going. Like they want.
The gangway is crowded with excited passengers—families with kids, elderly couples holding hands, groups of friends alrea
