Chapter 6 - THE REDEMPTION OF THE HALCYONOne week later, The Halcyon set sail from Newport Harbor under a brilliant autumn sky.
There were no executives. There were no corrupt investors. There were no mistresses hiding behind silk robes.
On the teak deck stood Theodore Ames—the veteran trust director who had served my mother for thirty years—along with Elias Monroe, Miller the harbor master, and a small group of loyal staff who had kept the yacht running long before Nathaniel ever set foot on it.
I stood at the bow, the sea breeze catching my hair, wearing a simple navy blazer and sunglasses.
Miller walked up beside me, handing me a fresh glass of sparkling cider. "She’s running smoother than ever, Emma. The engines were completely cleared of any tampering."
"Good," I smiled, looking out toward the open Atlantic where the water met the sky in a seamless blue horizon. "Let's keep her in northern waters for the rest of the season. No southern ports."
"Consider it done," Miller nodded.
As the yacht sliced cleanly through the rolling blue waves, I pulled a small, silver ring from my coat pocket—the wedding band Nathaniel had slipped onto my finger six years ago, promising a future built on partnership and respect.
May you like
I opened my hand and let the ring drop.
It fell through the air, hitting the white-crested wake with a tiny splash, sinking instantly into the deep, dark ocean floor where it belonged.
