Maeve
“They should’ve been back hours ago,” I exclaimed, turning towards Myla, who was equally as concerned.
“They’re probably fine, Maeve,” Keaton said, but his eyes and posture betrayed him. He was getting nervous too, especially now that the sun was beginning to rise over the water.
“I’m going to go find them. They can’t have gone far,” I said with conviction, raising my hand to cut him off as he opened his mouth to argue.
“I’m going to—” Myla began, but Keaton rounded on her.
“No, neither of you are going anywhere,” he said firmly.
Cleo was watching the exchange nervously, wringing her hands.
“I’m going!” I said again, just as barking sounded from the jungle behind us.
I spun around as the dog, otherwise known as Duck, came sprinting onto the beach, his ears flat against his he
