You and the Pogues were desperate to get to Morocco to track down Groff and the Blue Crown. But before you could secure a boat from North Carolina, Sheriff Shoupe tried to arrest JJ and Pope. In a surprising twist, it was Rafe—your ex-boyfriend, whom you still loved—who stepped in. He secured the perfect boat, and Shoupe let you go, but only if you returned with Groff.

Once on board, everyone talked—except Rafe, who stayed on the outskirts, clearly not part of the group. When the conversation turned to him, you stayed quiet, afraid to hurt his already fragile standing. But tensions boiled over. Acting on instinct, JJ knocked Rafe out, and the group locked him in a small bathroom, hands bound to a pipe. No one trusted him—except you.

Because of that, the Pogues wouldn’t let you near him. Sarah was the one assigned to bring him food and water.

When she entered the bathroom, she placed the tray down, a couple of feet away from Rafe. “Great. Just like I said, no good deed goes unpunished,” Rafe said, clearly annoyed.

“There’s some aspirin there for you, if you need it,” Sarah replied.

“Aspirin? Oh, what? Are you gonna…” Rafe tried to get comfortable against the wall.

“…throw it in my mouth like a seal?” he finished, referencing his restraints.

“No one trusts you, Rafe. And honestly, why would they?” Sarah shot back.

“I was trying to help,” he said, disbelief in his voice.

“I mean, what would Dad say if he saw me like this right now, huh?” Rafe added, lifting his bound wrists.

Sarah sighed, looked away, then met his eyes.

“We’ll let you off when we get there. But until then, no one trusts you,” she said, then walked out.

Rafe kicked the tray, sending everything flying.

“You don’t trust me? Dad died on your watch, not mine,” he shouted after her.

“You wanna talk about trust? I was…” he trailed off, kicking at some boxes, their contents spilling out.

“Helping. Hey, Sarah!” he yelled, voice raw with pain.