The next morning, after Henry and his foster family had bade farewell to the island they once called home, the luxury cruise departed for the long journey ahead, its soft horn echoing across the shimmering sea.
Henry and Sarah stood together at the far end of the upper deck, tucked away in a quiet, isolated corner near the railings while the rest of the family gave them the needed privacy.
The wind ruffled their hair as they held onto each other, staring at the ocean which stretched endlessly before them like a living canvas.
Sarah leaned slightly into him, their arms brushing against each other with a familiarity she hoped would soon return naturally.
"You know," Henry murmured, his gaze locked on the endless blue, "I don't think I'll ever get tired of this view."
Sarah smiled faintly. "You always said the ocean was your favourite place. Even before… everything."
