Henry and Emma followed Mr. Kim down the narrow hallway. No one said a word. The rain kept beating against the windows, and the yacht swayed slightly with each passing wave. The tension was thick in the air.
When they reached the captain's cabin, the door was already open.
Junho was sitting in the corner on a chair, soaked and slumped forward, his head in his hands. He looked up when they came in, eyes wide when he saw his father. But Mr. Kim didn't even look at him.
"Show me the footage," he said to the captain, voice flat and sharp.
The captain nodded and went straight to the control panel. He clicked a few buttons, and soon the screen lit up with security footage.
Henry and Emma stood behind Mr. Kim, watching closely.
