Chapter 1045 Standing on the Opposite Side of Cayden Moore

• On the Western Pacific, a cruise ship kept grinding north. A storm was brewing; the waves turned mean, and the ship rocked and drifted, barely pushing forward.
• Avery Rumpley lay on the bed, force-fed over and over. The mattress around her was a mess, stained and sour.
• She had no idea how many days she’d been on board. No windows. Just one door. Every other side was a sealed wall.