“Or she could have shoved it in there before we searched bags,” Brecken says. “She could have hidden it there so we wouldn’t find it.”

“For her hunting expedition later?” Kayla asks, rolling her eyes. “Get real. Does she look like a girl who handles knives?”

“It’s not hers,” Josh says, shaking his head. “No way.”

Harper looks uncertain and Brecken looks downright suspicious. My chest feels hot and tight like I’ve done something wrong, but I haven’t.

“It’s not!” I say, looking at Harper. She won’t meet my eyes now, and I can see her face shifting. She doesn’t know if she can believe me. Or maybe she wants everyone to think it’s mine. And maybe what happened with my laptop wasn’t an accident.

Did she plan this? Did she put that knife behind me in the middle of calling me sweetheart and pretending to be oh-so concerned? My stomach rolls.

“Think about it,” Brecken says, shifting closer to Harper. “Who was the last person to see the map? Mira.”

“Cut it out,” Josh says. “This is stupid.”

I want to defend myself, but there’s a roar behind my ears and a lump in my throat.

“Is it?” he asks. “Because as I recall, the person alone in the car with Harper at the gas station—before her wallet went missing? That was Mira, too. The person who plugged in our phones? Mira. She was the last one to touch the map. And the person who just dropped the last device that could have charged one of our phones? Ding, ding, ding! Mira again.”

“I didn’t do this!” I cry. “I didn’t drop my own freaking laptop, and I’ve never seen this knife before. I wouldn’t even know how to get something like that!”

Harper steps back, face pinched. Her expression is familiar. I bet I was wearing one just like it when Brecken was standing in my spot, begging me to listen to him about Josh pulling the wheel. Professing his innocence while I looked on, clearly not believing a word.

I wonder if he felt the same way, pulse rabbiting and stomach clenched. I wonder if he felt as trapped and helpless as I feel now, with the evidence pointing at something terrible, and the truth a slippery thing, always just out of reach. Even Josh is looking at me like he isn’t so sure.

They could leave me here. They could blame this—all of these insane things—on me, and there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop it.

“Who should we leave now, Mira?” Brecken asks. It’s as mean as I’ve seen him.

“No one’s leaving anyone,” Harper says, voice firm.