I was downtown near that seedy bar where I met Ceria all of those years ago. That’s when I heard it—the sound of a lullaby of a Selkie. I followed the sound and saw it: the Selkie was lulling Lilah towards the beach, near that abandoned boathouse.
“Lilah!!” I call out from the shadows.
I can’t let her see me, but if she died, then Ceria would be heartbroken. She’d blame herself; I know she probably still blames herself for her mother’s death. Lilah stops in her tracks and looks around. Looking for the person who called out her name. I stayed in the shadows, not wanting her to see me.
“W—who’s there and why do you sound familiar?” She called out into the darkness.
“Just head back home or back to the bar where it’s safe. You have to live for Ceria.” I called out before I retreated fur
