VANGUARD(12)

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Christmas break couldn’t come fast enough for Sophie. Miserable, she avoided Michael and snubbed his constant attempts to rekindle their friendship. Instead, she focused on their upcoming two-week visit to the Soviet Republic. In their last Finnish city, she half-listened to the staff member droning on with the usual daily report.

“We leave for the Soviet Republic in three days. Due to visa issues, Michael Nariovsky-Trent won’t join us. He’ll travel out of Finland to start Christmas early with his extended family in Orlisia, and will reconvene with us in Japan in the new year.” This didn’t surprise Sophie. The Soviet Republic didn’t grant visas to Orlisians, even ones with dual US citizenship. What came next, however, shocked her.

“Michael is taking Mirielle home with him to Orlisia to meet the family.” The room filled with good-natured catcalls. “So make sure to wish them both a good holiday in the next few days.”





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After a successful tour of Asia, the class crossed the Pacific and landed in Ecuador in March. In Quito, the staff organized a party to welcome them back to the western hemisphere, with dinner and an evening of traditional dancing and music. As the students headed to the dance floor, Sophie’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She left the music behind and found a quiet hallway to chat with her mom.

After she hung up, Sophie caught movement out of the corner of her eye and froze in fear. How many times had they been warned not to leave the larger group without telling someone? She turned slowly to see who was there.

It was Kyle Clark, one of the Canadian students. Sophie started to tell him he’d nearly given her a heart attack, except he wasn’t paying attention. Mirielle was kneeling between Kyle’s legs, her head moving purposefully. Mortified, Sophie shrank into the shadows and looked away, wishing she could be anywhere else but here. After what felt like an eternity, they finished. Seconds later, footsteps sounded behind her, and she heard Ana’s voice.

“There you are! I was getting worried. What have you been…” She stopped when she saw Kyle and Mirielle hastily pulling themselves together. “Oh.” Her eyes darted between Sophie’s frozen face and her classmates’ guilty expressions.

Mirielle stepped forward. “This isn’t what it looked like.”

“I thought it was exactly what it looked like,” Kyle objected. “Didn’t you already tell Michael that you’re with me now?”

“Sophie,” Mirielle pleaded. “Please don’t tell him.”

Sophie said nothing. Ana took her arm and pulled her away from the awkward tableau in the hallway.





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The class was abuzz about Mirielle’s shocking defection from Michael to Kyle when they arrived in Ushuaia, Argentina, two weeks later. Theirs would be one of the last ships to visit the Antarctic before the winter closed in and the dangers of pack ice became too great.

Sophie stepped out of the hotel, then heard footsteps follow her out into the mist. She let out a shaky sigh. Staying away from him was becoming more and more difficult.

“Sophie, wait. Please.” For the first time in months, she didn’t walk away. She waited until he caught up, then they walked down to the harbor, stopping to lean against a railing overlooking Beagle Channel. Foghorns sounded on the water. Finally, she looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

“You knew,” Michael said. “Mirielle said you knew, that you saw them together.”

“Yes. Did she finally tell you the truth?”

Michael nodded, his expression unreadable. “She did, although far too late for honor’s sake. But why did you not?” He took her shoulders, turned her so that she was facing him.

She caught her breath at his beautiful face so close to hers, and that breath turned into a sob.

“I couldn’t.” Her voice cracked and wobbled. “Who am I to judge Mirielle? I have a boyfriend at home, and I’ve done wrong by him too this year.” She couldn’t look away from his eyes, even when her own were blind with tears. “I couldn’t be the one to tell you.” Sophie suddenly realized she’d never seen Michael cry.

“You can tell me anything,” he said, deadly serious. “I need to know you will never lie to me. That no matter what happens, for the rest of my life, you will always be the one person who will never lie to me. Promise me.”