55. On the Verge of Despair

The wind blew fiercely, causing the ocean to surge. The once clear weather suddenly became dark and overcast, black clouds marched from the horizon, approaching the edge. Glenn gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening, his eyes never leaving the surface of the sea, searching for signs of Hazel's presence.

He tried to blink as little as possible, not wanting any tiny clues about Hazel's whereabouts to escape him. The hope of finding Hazel alive never left his heart. He refused to accept the reality that his lover had... Ah, he didn't even want to utter that word.

The wind grew stronger, and the other officers in the helicopter exchanged glances. They were becoming desperate, considering Hazel might not be found alive. They were planning to loosen the search mission, not being too ambitious and not fighting against time.

The tense atmosphere persisted from two days ago. The mission leader had not downgraded the status from searching for a living person to searching for a body. They were ge