Prisoner of the Deep Sea

The light in the interrogation room was cold as a knife. It was her third day in custody, and the organization had already used every method at its disposal, yet she still hadn’t said a word. Finally, the higher-ups sent him in—the man she thought she would never see again in this life. The moment the door swung open, she lifted her eyes, her fingertips digging into her palm beneath the table. He wasn’t in uniform, but in his hand he held an old file. Taped to the first page was a photograph—her smiling face from five years ago.