Amanda

“What are you thinking?” Sally asks as we sit under the shade of a big umbrella.

Our table is one of many on the beach. My toes continue to wiggle in the sand as we sip mimosas and enjoy the atmosphere. Malcolm and Brian told us to meet them at the seaside restaurant after our massages. I have no idea where they went or what they have planned. But I think that’s how kidnappings are supposed to go. I think the kidnappee is bound to do whatever the kidnapper says. ...