Serena’s POV
When the doorbell rang around noon, I knew it was Eleanor before the housekeeper announced her.
"You look terrible," was her greeting as she breezed past me into the living room, pulling a sleek laptop from her bag.
"Good to see you too," I replied dryly, following her.
Eleanor's expression softened momentarily. "Sorry. I've been up for thirty-six hours straight tracking this down, and what I found..." She shook her head. "You need to see this."
She placed the laptop on the coffee table and opened a video file. "I contacted everyone who was on that cruise three years ago. Called in favors, tracked down security footage. This is from the ship's monitoring system."
The screen showed the upper deck of the luxury yacht where I'd attended that fateful charity ga
