"If the boat hadn't come along when it did, if you hadn't convinced them to take her, she would have drowned. I couldn't keep us above water. You saved her. I know you did. She's out there somewhere. We just have to find her."
Character vs. Self
Isabel cried again for Ivan, cried because he had been so close and hadn't made it. But her tears for him were mixed with relief that she would make it to the states, and that made her feel guilty and cry even harder. How could she be sad for Ivan and happy for herself at the same time.
The storm clouds turned the day into night, and the driving rain soaked Isabel to the bone. She shivered in the cold wind, her feet numb in the water sloshing at the bottom of the boat. Sea spray stung her eyes, and in between scooops of water she dragged her arm across her face, trying to wash away the salt water tears.
What if the Cuban doctor said he was to mentally disturbed to be allowed into Havana? Where would they go if Cuba turned them away? What would they do?