Spotting A Dot
Clair pointed out a small dot on the horizon, convinced it was Ethan. “Look, over there!” she urged, her arm stretched out toward the distant shape.
“That has to be him!” She scanned the water through her binoculars, her heart racing with hope. The crew exchanged uncertain glances, but she was adamant.
“I’m sure of it,” she insisted, her voice firm. “We can’t just sit here while he’s out there!”