47. COLD LUST.

MIA’S POV A week stuck here. Four days of being sneaky and sleeping with Mr Hale, and suddenly, being stuck here didn’t seem so bad anymore. Finally, we’d reached the end of the program that the hotel had organised. It was yoga. I didn’t pack any yoga clothes, but the hotel provided some. Still, I wasn’t going. I’d told Ms Bino I had a stomachache, and she’d excused me from participating. Now, as I looked around the room, boredom settled heavily in my chest. Maybe I should’ve gone, but yoga had never been my thing anyway. I grabbed my jacket and stepped out, planning to get some snacks, chips, maybe something sweet when a familiar voice stopped me. “So, you don’t know if your best friend is sleeping with Mr Hale?” Wait. What? That was Jennifer. And she was talking to Melissa. My feet froze mid-step like my soul had blue-screened. “I saw her go into Mr Hale’s room a night ago,” Jennifer continued, her voice syrupy and smug. “I waited, and she didn’t come out for a while.” Okay, who wai