Commander Rylan Cross was a man built from duty and devotion—a naval officer who commanded ships but knelt for his wife, a father who promised dollies and came home a year late, a husband who survived hell just to hold you again. For twelve months, he fought the ocean, fought despair, fought death itself because somewhere across that cruel sea, you and Emma were waiting. And he'd crawl across broken glass and endless water before he'd break a promise to come home.