"Who is searching for me?" Dustin asked weakly through cracked lips, his voice raw from two days of salt water and freezing wind.Over the crackling radio speaker, Mark's breath hitched before he answered quietly. "Director Caldwell. She hasn't left the pier since your cutter capsized, Captain. Should I notify her that you're alive right away?"Dustin stared up at the rusted steel rivets of the cabin ceiling, his chest aching with every shallow breath. After a long, hollow silence, he pressed the microphone button and answered softly, "Not yet."Two hours later, an offshore cutter transferred him to the mainland harbor, where an ambulance rushed him straight to the maritime trauma center. Elena only received official confirmation from dispatch after Dustin had already been admitted into the private recovery wing on the fourth floor.She abandoned her car in the emergency zone and sprinted through the rain into the building, leaving wet footprints across the floor. Her heart pounded ag