The next morning, the tension in the cabin was palpable. Henry and Clara prepared to leave, but Clara lingered near Jas. “You saw it too, didn’t you?” she asked in a hushed voice.
Jas nodded, their throat dry.
“They’re lying about more than the ships. There’s something else.” Clara’s voice was barely above a whisper, but her words hung heavy in the air.
“What do you mean?” Jas pressed.
Clara hesitated, looking over her shoulder at her father, who was outside with Ivy Mae and Roman. “I can’t tell you. Not yet.”
Jas frowned but didn’t push further.