Imogen

Cyrus leaned up against the thin bars separating us from freedom. He turned his head from side to side, glancing in every direction and trying to survey the larger room where they stashed us. No one had been by since I woke up.

"I definitely think the boat is smaller than I first assumed," he said when he turned from his lookout point.

I nodded, but inside I didn’t feel as enthusiastic. What did it matter if we were on a big boat or a small ...