Mira asks after we’ve gone through Miami airport security. We were the first to go through, but the rest of the gang isn’t far behind. “I needed to be somewhere that wasn’t our hotel,” I tell her. “Since Caleb abducted me from the beach right next to our hotel, it’s safe to say if he tries to find me again, that’ll be the first place he looks.” “There are nicer places to hide,” Mira says. “Especially in Miami.” “I didn’t know the cab ride and check-in would be so quick. They say you have to arrive at the airport a couple of hours early anyway. According to that logic, we’re right on schedule.” I try not to sound too defensive, wanting to stay on Mira’s good side. She’s upset about my kidnapping, and her way of handling it is to blame me for it. Or to pick a fight. Anything to create a grievance to match her emotional state without actually dealing with her feelings. Then again, it’s feasible that I am overthinking Mira’s current prickliness. She doesn’t have the sunniest of personalities, even on good days.
