Our five days of bliss washed away with Sterling’s news, no even before. From the second he returned from talking to Reid, I knew something was wrong.

“I told the captain to go as fast as possible,” Sterling said, standing, still wearing his swim trunks in our suite on the yacht.

I paced back and forth, wringing my hands as I tried to comprehend his words. They were playing on repeat in my head yet I couldn’t grasp that they were true. This couldn’t ...