Cheryl
I had been staring at my phone for hours, waiting anxiously for Gavin’s text. He had promised to convince Mr. Han to let me come to the island, even though I hadn’t fully recovered yet. And he’d said Anna could come too.
Finally, the notification pinged, and I opened his message.
Gavin: Yay! We’re on our way.
A smile spread across my face, but it disappeared just as quickly when a tennis ball smacked me in the nose.
“Anna!” I whined, clutching my face.
She doubled over in laughter. “Why the hell are you grinning like that? You look like a cat that just caught a bird.”
“Silly,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Mr. Han said I can go to the island—and you’re coming too!”
Anna squealed, her excitement infectious.
“Really? Oh my God! This is going to be amazing!” She started jumping a
