“That won’t work. You have no idea how well they can hunt us. And as for Sierra, if Juan killed people to keep his dirty secrets silent, then he’s going to send a tsunami after her to make sure we don’t wake her up.” I point out, tucking Sierra’s blankets in tight to hold her neatly while he applies straps over her body to keep her in place. All I can do is keep helping, even if nausea is almost strangling me with so many possibilities and ways to die at Juan’s hands.

“Well, do you have a better idea? We need to protect her until she wakes; we need...