Chapter 77- Chase

Shaking, Stephen picked up the single-foot slipper that lay beside the note. It was unmistakably small, child-sized, and he could smell the familiar scent of lavender in his nostrils, Ariane's favorite. The full impact of the fact hit him then with the force of a sledgehammer: Ariane had been here recently, but the kidnappers moved her only minutes ago. Panic surged in him like a tidal wave.

He balled the note in his fist; the words barely had time to register on his mind as he tried to lock onto the crisis at hand. His mind was racing with finding Ariane before it was too late. The corridors of the yacht made a disorienting maze, every turn and every shadow seeming to mock his desperate search. He bolted out of the room, the weight of his responsibility pounding in his heart.

The water level on the yacht was high, sometimes ankle-deep. Stephen splashed through growing puddles as his flashlight beam cut through the murky blackness. It creaked in the structure of the yacht under the pr
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