Elyse jumped in the shower. Despair filled her heart, and it hurt. Water streamed over her face, taking her tears down the drain. She had to find Jolene. She just had to. It couldn't be too late.
She inhaled deeply. Jolene would be found soon, alive and healthy and still at port. It seemed so silly to be so emotional, but there was no other way to be. She quickly dried and put on her old T-shirt and gym shorts. Sitting on the bed, she heard Dalton upstairs pacing back and forth. He'd been so kind to her; he'd shared his childhood with her and gave her a better sense of who he was; how much his brother and family meant to them. What am I doing here? She snuggled into the sheet and blanket, pulled Dalton's pillow to her face, and sniffed. It smelled of fresh salty air and Dalton, his own particular smell of woods, spice, and man. She closed her eyes. She was exactly where she wanted to be and even knew why. She was falling in love with Dalton.
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