I held his gaze, unwavering. “I taught her Morse code. She remembered. This isn’t just some fantasy of mine. You know Anna—she’s a fighter. We can’t ignore what she’s trying to tell us.”

He looked torn, caught between disbelief and the nagging suspicion that there might be merit to my words. Sarah stepped forward, her hand on Mark’s arm. “If there’s even a chance that this wasn’t an accident, we owe it to Anna to find out.”

Her support seemed to bolster Mark’s resolve. He nodded, albeit reluctantly. “Okay, I’ll talk to the police. But we need to be prepared for them to say there’s nothing they can do.”