Her voice trailed off, but Carlos could see the unease in her eyes. "Why what?" he asked, his tone firm but patient.
Sharon took a deep breath, steadying herself before speaking again. "That's probably why he sent me on that cruise in the first place. It wasn't just to keep me out of his sight; it was to get rid of me permanently."
Carlos's eyes widened slightly; his expression darkened as her words sank in. "Are you saying..."
Sharon nodded slowly, her voice trembling. "Yes. I think he orchestrated the attack. The explosion, the destruction of the cruiser... it wasn't an accident. It wasn't just bad luck. I think it was him. He wanted me dead, Carlos."
The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the faint hum of the ship's systems. Carlos leaned back slightly, his mind racing as he processed what she had just told him.
