Sasha screamed, running from the last bedroom. “No, ya’ll gotta see the sauna, that bitch is niceeee,” Jayde contested flopping down onto the white sectional couch. Tatum went to the large glass windows and pulled back the heavy drapes, letting the sun in and admiring the perfect view of the ocean. “This whole damn suite is banging, I can fit my whole apartment in here,” Tatum added, lost in her thoughts. Those thoughts were telling her that this, beautiful place, beautiful island, could have been her home. And she blew it. “What you thinking about over there Pocahontas?” Jayde had given her the nickname on the plane ride over, telling Tatum that she had figured she was Indian instead of Trinidadian. Tatum turned from the window with a smirk and shrugged, and Sasha put her hands on her hips. “You thinking about how we gonna find Ree on this big ol’ island…don’t worry Tay, we’ll find him.
