The water is exactly what I need; it’s cooler than yesterday because of the early hour, and even though I’m tired, it helps rejuvenate me. I love the ocean; the peace it brings me is unparalleled to anything I’ve ever felt. Maybe because, there are no oceans in my past, no childhood traumas in the sea.

I eventually haul myself back onto the yacht, walk along the lower deck to my bedroom, dry off and get dressed. I notice as I pass Jake’s room, which is next to mine, the door is ajar. It was closed this morning; he must have come inside. I peek into the darkened room and...