probably gone out for a walk.
But half an hour passed.
Then an hour.
Robert didn’t return.
I called his phone. It was lying on the bedside table.
Then I noticed something strange.
His wedding ring was there.
In 53 years, Robert had never taken off that ring.
My heart began pounding.
By five in the morning, I was already speaking with the ship’s security officers.
They began searching for my husband.
At seven o’clock, I was summoned to the captain’s office.
The captain, a man around sixty years old, greeted me with an extremely serious expression.
“Mrs. Margaret, we’ve found your husband on the security footage.”
“Where is he? Is he safe?”
The man didn’t answer.
Instead, he turned his computer screen toward me.
The timestamp on the recording showed 1:47 a.m.
Robert was leaving our cabin.
But he wasn’t alone.
Walking beside him was an elderly
