It was night.
Noah's hands were already sweating as he and Emily approached the sleek white boat bobbing in the harbor. The thing looked expensive, the kind of vessel that screamed money and privilege. Voices drifted from inside, laughter and music mixing with the sound of waves against the hull.
"Whose boat is this again?" Noah asked, his voice tight with nerves.
"Does it matter?" Emily replied, already climbing aboard with the confidence of someone who belonged in places like this. "Come on, don't be such a pussy."
Noah followed, his legs unsteady on the deck. The boat was bigger than it looked from shore, with a spacious interior that opened up below deck. As they descended, Noah's stomach dropped at the sight that greeted them.
