The strength drained from me, and I collapsed to my knees.
Chloe drove her heel into my other hand.
Blood spattered the ground.
Now both hands were useless. Even if the rescue team arrived, I could never pilot again.
This disaster at sea was destined to claim countless lives.
Three years in the National Rescue Team, and this would be my first failed mission.
I closed my eyes, letting the pain drag me into darkness.
Jason held Chloe proudly, ready to take her out for French cuisine.
Then his phone rang. It was his assistant, panic lacing his voice.
“Mr. Miller, something’s happened—the cruise ship carrying Mrs. Miller and Miss Lily has been struck by disaster!”
Jason yawned lazily.
“I already know. With so many rescue teams, this minor issue should be resolved soon.”
“I’ll be home late tonight. Have the chefs prepare a feast. My mother and sister will be shaken when they return, so tell Linda Johnson to comfort them.”
“Also, arrange for a doctor. My mother’s heart isn’t strong; she’ll need a checkup after the fright.”
The assistant nearly shouted, voice breaking with urgency.
“No, sir—you don’t understand! They haven’t been rescued yet!”