Chapter 8: The Pier at Dusk**
Fog rolled off the Atlantic like thick smoke as Dominic reached the ferry terminal. The engine of the old vessel rumbled, churning dark water as deckhands prepared to pull up the gangway.
"Hold the boat!" Dominic shouted, running across the slick wooden planks.
He boarded just as the ropes were cast off. The ferry creaked heavily as it pushed into the rough offshore waters. Dominic moved through the enclosed passenger cabin, his eyes scanning the few hardy commuters huddled in heavy wool coats.
And then, seated near the stern beside a misted window, he saw her.
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Elena sat wrapped in an oversized knit sweater, her face pale, one hand resting protectively over her slightly rounded abdomen.
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