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She dove into the water. I was a strong swimmer and could still have easily caught her. Yet, I remained on land.
Was it fear?
No, there did not seem to be anything to fear. The mermaid’s face was contorted in pain and accusation, but there was no anger – not yet, anyway. As soon as she recovered under the sea, she would hate me. As I hated her – and other merfolks.
There was no attempt on her part to call for help. What did I know about how merfolks work? How did they even call on each other?
This ache in my chest strengthened every time I remembered my mother’s beautiful face. I was so young when I lost her. When she was alive, the house was filled with joy and light. After she was gone, it marinated in alcohol and despair.
The little girl with the green strands of ha
