June’s Point of View
“Where are we going?” I asked again, unable to hide the anticipation in my voice as I glanced at Dos from the passenger seat.
He gave me that usual smirk of his—mischievous and maddening. “Told you already,” he said, eyes still on the road. “Paradise.”
I groaned, leaning back against the seat. “Paradise isn’t a place, you know. That’s not a real answer.”
“It is if you trust the pilot,” he shot back, tossing me a wink.
That made me pause.
Pilot?
I squinted at him suspiciously. “Wait… why would I need to trust a pilot unless we’re going somewhere by air?”
Dos just chuckled and turned the volume up a notch on the car stereo. Smooth jazz filled the space between us, leaving my question to hang in the air like a whispered riddle.
It’s been four days since the incid
