Chapter 259 Sandra’s tightly wound nerves finally gave way, and tears streamed down her cheeks, unstoppable and unrelenting.

She wasn’t sure if it was fear, relief, or heartbreak, but the dam inside her had burst, and no matter how much she tried to hold it in, the tears kept coming.

Daxton Garcia sat down beside her, his hand hovering for a moment before he gently rested it on her shoulder.

His voice was soft, comforting.

“It’s okay now.

I’m here.”

Those simple words broke her even more, and her sobs turned louder, rawer.

Hugging her knees tightly to her chest, Sandra buried her face and cried, her body trembling with the weight of emotions she had held back for far too long.

She had always been lucky—someone had always come to save her when she needed it most.

But it had never been Elijah.

No matter how much she told herself not to expect anything from him, in moments of danger, his face was the one she instinctively thought of.

And every time, she was left disappointed.

Eventually, the faint spark of hope she harbored deep in her heart dimmed, then died entirely, leaving only darkness in its wake.

As Sandra cried, Daxton sat silently by her side, his presence steady and unyielding, like an anchor in a storm.

After what felt like an eternity, her sobs quieted.

Embarrassed, she wiped her face and looked up at him.

“I’m sorry for making such a scene.”

Daxton handed her a tissue, his smile kind and unassuming.

“It’s nothing.”

Daxton had been a junior in college when she was a freshman.

caught a girl stealing

been passing by and saw the scene, and she mistook him for a

heavy hardcover books she

mark, leaving him with a

the situation to her instead of getting

encounter was the

discovered a shared love for books and an

friends, Daxton graduated early and earned a scholarship to study

Life happened.

her own troubles, lost touch

what had happened to

said, “What a

trip, but the weather

knew that trips like those often involved gambling in international waters, a playground for

known Daxton to be particularly

had been aware, he came from

she

stomach growled, breaking the

She flushed, mortified.

up, a small smile tugging at

past mealtime, but I can whip up

“Thank you,” Sandra murmured.

He chuckled softly.

need to be polite with me.” He paused at the door, glancing

staff

was still as kind and generous as

nodded, appreciating his

walked over to

storm raged on, the wind and

steady, the only sign of the turbulence outside being

was

at surviving was

they docked, her troubles would

chance of standing

to their demands would

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