ABBY AND PARI ARRIVE back at the designated parking lot, which now only contains five vehicles. Camila is in her sedan, distracted on her phone, but nods at them politely. A few parking spaces down, Susan opens the front door of her hatchback, stands, and motions her arm with a brusque wave. “She wants me to hurry,” Abby says, rolling her eyes and handing Pari her car keys. “There is a fold-out map in the glove compartment, but the GPS device is so proficient you likely will not need a print map. You already have a key to the cottage, so please explore the island and enjoy the rest of the day however you would like. I won’t return home until the filming is done, so it will likely be a late dinner. Let’s stay in contact by texts. Do not feel you have to wait for me if you would like
