My heart began pounding.
By five in the morning, I was already speaking with the ship’s security officers.
They began searching for my husband.
At seven o’clock, I was summoned to the captain’s office.
The captain, a man around sixty years old, greeted me with an extremely serious expression.
“Mrs. Margaret, we’ve found your husband on the security footage.”
“Where is he? Is he safe?”
The man didn’t answer.
Instead, he turned his computer screen toward me.
The timestamp on the recording showed 1:47 a.m.
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