Fifty-Six
Wednesday, December 22
Atlantis
As Eva checked her mother’s hold on Cleo’s dorsal fin, Taffy went to Cleo’s other side to stand guard.
“Ready, mamá?” Eva asked.
Her mother nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
Eva put the regulator in her own mouth then put her head underwater. She readied her bow and looked around. The CobiX fish remained still, but not as still as before. A few jerked their fins and tails as if waking up.
Cautiously, Eva began to swim across the enclosure, right along the surface. Cleo followed, Eva’s mother in tow, and Taffy remained with them. Halfway across the enclosure, Eva checked that her mother was doing all right. She was.
As Eva put her head back underwater, she saw movement in her peripheral vision. One of the CobiX had fully recovered and was
