MIA
I'm pacing my room like a caged tiger, phone in hand, about to make the most secretive call of my life. Kiara's number is glowing on the screen, waiting for me to gather the courage. Deep breath, Mia. It's now or never.
"Kiara," I whisper as soon as she picks up, sounding like I'm about to disclose the location of the lost city of Atlantis. "I've got a plan."
There's a beat of silence, then, "Mia? Is that you? Holy guacamole, girl, Why haven’t you gotten back to me since that day? Gabriel's been moping around like a puppy who lost his favorite chew toy."
I can't help but crack a smile. Trust Kiara to lighten the mood with less than ten words. "Yeah, it's me. Look, I don't have much time. I need you to promise me something."
"Cross my heart and hope to dye my hair pink," she quips, and I know she's dead serious. "What's up?"
I take a deep breath, laying out my escape plan like I'm explaining the plot of a soap opera. "I'm teaming up with Diana. We're going to make a run for it duri
