Her breath caught in her throat, and in that moment, time slowed. Emily felt her pulse quicken. The tray of drinks slipped from her hands. The glass shattered on the floor with a deafening sound, and she stood frozen in place, staring at the man before her. Luke.
Her husband. It had to be him. She had seen his face so many times in her dreams, in her memories—how could it not be him? Her hands trembled, and the world around her started to tilt. The noise of the ship, the voices of the passengers, everything blurred as she stood there, paralyzed by shock.