Chapter 7: The Vanishing Trail**
Dominic slumped into a wooden chair in the waiting room, burying his head in his hands. He was too late. His money, his private jets, his influence—none of it could fix the damage he had allowed his world to inflict on her.
"She left this on the bedside table," the nurse said, returning with a folded pamphlet. "She must have dropped it in a hurry."
It was a flyer for a coastal ferry heading toward Monhegan Island—a remote, rocky sanctuary miles off the mainland, known for having no paved roads and minimal power during winter.
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The last ferry of the season was scheduled to depart in less than an hour from the mainland terminal. Dominic thanked the nurse and bolted into the freezing rain.
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