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As I was heading out of the hotel, Muffin barreled toward me with shopping bags hanging from her arms and mouse ears propped on her head.
“Did you have fun at Disneyland?” I asked.
“That mouse sure knows how to have fun. You should have come. It would’ve perked you up. You’ve been a bear these last two days,” she said, jostling past me. “I have to get upstairs and sort these bags.”
“I’m heading to the beach,” I said to her as she raced into the hotel.
The sun was about to set, and the beach seemed like the only peaceful place to be. It had been two days with no word from the Miller boys.
Mya and Mrs. Miller waited at Ian’s house. Frankie was busy taking Hollywood by storm. And I made my home on the beach.
I sat down and dug my feet into the sand, watching as the sun melted into t
