The cruise ship came to a stop, just a few meters from the shore. Claire and I were still hanging high in the air above the raging ocean, our lives hanging by a thread.

I looked down at the surging waves below, my mind replaying the horrifying scene when Toby was thrown into the ocean—again and again.

I couldn't bear to imagine it. A child so small, kidnapped, pushed into the freezing, merciless water. How terrified must he have been?

Toby—My ...