Abby
I step up to Blake"s cabin door and knock, my heart pounding in my chest. I"m desperate for his help—it"s like the saying goes: the most obvious answer is usually the correct one, except it wasn"t obvious until this morning.
"Just a minute," comes a gruff voice from inside the cabin. Several loud thumps echo off the walls on the other side. The door slowly creaks open, revealing a scowling Blake, looking like he hasn"t slept in days, his hair is a wild mess. It feels like he"s aged ten years overnight.
“Abby?” he exclaims. "What are you doing here?"
I close my eyes and take a long breath, steadying myself before I speak. My words come out faster than I want them to. "I need your help. I"m looking for information on my mother and was hoping you could hack into the ship"s records."
