Amelia's POV
I went to the lake.
I went to the diner.
I tried his phone.
I went home.
He was nowhere to be found, although Maria had said he'd come to the diner briefly before disappearing.
My stepdad wasn't at dinner, having left for a two day trip before I got back from my search so it was easy to lie to my mum that Miguel was out with friends.
God, if only he could see me now. Lying like a pro. How the mighty have fallen.
Right now, I'm sitting on his bed–Bianca taught me how to pick locks six months ago– with a first aid kit beside me and a tumbler of mango juice on his bedside table. A peace offering that is turning warmer by the minute. When I look at my phone, it's a minute past nine. I answer the message from Bianca, informing her that he's not back
