Davina's POV
Time had become meaningless. Days aboard the cargo ship stretched endlessly, each one melting into the next until I lost track completely.
More than a week? Maybe longer? I'd given up counting.
Every moment felt identical to the last. I existed in limbo—no longer anchored to my past, not yet reaching toward whatever future awaited me.
The ship remained as frigid and claustrophobic as ever. Despite having our own room and permission to move around, the oppressive atmosphere still crushed down on me.
Perhaps I was simply too broken and emotionally drained to notice any improvements.
Every morning brought its own struggle. Some began in complete silence. Others started with tears streaming down my face. A few offered fleeting glimpses of hope. Most arrived wrapped in bewilderment.
I perched on the corner of Chase's bunk, knees drawn up, arms locked around myself as we discussed the life we'd soon build in an unfamiliar place.
The door groaned open.
