MIA’S POV

A week stuck here. Four days of being sneaky and sleeping with Mr Hale, and suddenly, being stuck here didn’t seem so bad anymore.

Finally, we’d reached the end of the program that the hotel had organised.

It was yoga. I didn’t pack any yoga clothes, but the hotel provided some. Still, I wasn’t going. I’d told Ms Bino I had a stomachache, and she’d excused me from participating.

Now, as I looked around the room, boredom settled heavily in my chest. Maybe I should’ve ...