Thirty-Five
Monday, December 20
Fort Morgan Cay
As Thomas approached the shore to swim back to the Dolorosa, a dolphin surfaced beside the boat and bobbed her head up and down. Even from a distance and in the sun’s glare off the water, Thomas could see her malformed bite. Cleo.
Thomas shook his head. Eva wouldn’t be happy that the dolphin was in this hot zone. She had to go home.
He gave Cleo the verbal command and the hand signals to go home, but Cleo stayed where she was and repeatedly made a signature whistle. Thomas didn’t recognize it—it wasn’t the one the dolphins used for him, or their whistle for Eva. Perhaps Romina? Mel had told Thomas that Eva’s entire family, Mel included, now spent weekends with the dolphins.
Thomas entered the water, and Cleo swam up to him. He stroked h
