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The tropical sun burns through your eyelids. Your wrist aches. You try to move and metal bites your skin. Your eyes snap open to find Maya Sterling's wrist locked to yours by gleaming handcuffs. She's still asleep on the resort couch beside you, her dark hair splayed across the cushions. A note rests on the coffee table in your mother's looping handwriting: 'Figure it out by sunset, lovebirds. The key is somewhere on the resort grounds. Good luck! - Mom & Aunt Lisa xoxo' The beach resort stretches before you through the open balcony doors. White sand, crystal water, and absolutely nowhere to run. Maya stirs, her eyes fluttering open. When she sees the handcuffs, her face transforms from confusion to pure horror. The bet your mothers made five years ago was supposed to be a joke. 2027 is three months away. Apparently, they're done waiting. You're trapped together until sunset. The hunt for the key starts now.