Elyse jumped in the shower. Despair filled her heart, and it hurt. Water streamed over her face, taking her tears down the drain. She had to find Jolene. She just had to. It couldn't be too late.

She inhaled deeply. Jolene would be found soon, alive and healthy and still at port. It seemed so silly to be so emotional, but there was no other way to be. She quickly dried and put on her old T-shirt and gym shorts. Sitting on the bed, she heard Dalton upstairs pacing back and forth. ...