Chapter 15
Cara
I wake up on a strange, bouncy bed with a coverlet even scratchier than the linen sheet on Jean’s. I lie still for long moments, listening to my surroundings, a bit terrified that I will open my eyes and find myself on a hospital bed. That terrifying moment when the damn tow line nearly pulled us off the cliff is burned into my head so deeply that on one level, it is a surprise to me that I wake up at all.
We’re in a city. I can tell from the swish of traffic nearby, and the tinny sound of an old radio playing Cuban jazz. I can smell meat frying, cut fruit, mint leaves, flowers, cigar smoke, and car exhaust all mixing in the light warm breeze that blows on my face. We must have reached Havana.
Relief washes over me, but it’s short-lived as my anger takes over, making my
