Cane's POV
The silence after the boat explosion was the loudest thing I'd ever heard. It wasn't peaceful. It was the sound of our last real hope blowing up into black smoke.
Stephanie just stared at the burning pieces in the water. Her face was empty. I knew that look. It's what happens when you get hit with too much bad news. Your brain just… stops.
"Well," I said, my voice sounding weird in the quiet. "That's one way to do cleanup."
She didn't laugh. She slowly turned her head and looked at me. "We're really stuck here."
"For now," I said, trying to sound like I believed it. "We're alive. They think we're dead. That's our advantage."
She nodded, but it was just her body moving. Her eyes were still far away, probably seeing our kids' faces in the smoke. I needed to get her moving. Thinking. Doing anything but standing there.
