Bermuda

(Nerina’s P.O.V)

Three days later

            As I’m walking to my connecting flight through the Miami International Airport, I hear a woman screeching behind me.

“Nerina!!!!!!!!!”

            I turn around and am almost bowled over by a woman with shoulder length auburn hair, crushing me in a hug.

“Oh, I’ve missed you so much!” I hear the woman screech.

            Ah, this would be Elizabeth Bardot, or Lizzie, our Canadian doctor. Lizzie pulls back from me, squishing my cheeks with her hands, making my lips pucker out like a fish. I try to talk but my words are muffled thanks to her squishing my face. She finally removes her hands from my face to allow me to talk.

“Lizzie! I didn’t know that you were going to be meeting us here! I thought we’d be seeing y