Five
Fear has no sisters, but I have many.
Sister Lyra Musica Mermaid
On Wednesday, Theresa came to the Old Mermaid Sanctuary to pick up Maria.
“We’ll go see if any of the places in town that help migrants have heard anything about Juan,” Theresa said as she and Myla leaned against Theresa’s car. Maria and Lily stood away from them, on the bank of the wash, looking up and down it, as if it were running with water instead of sand.
“If we still don’t hear anything,” Theresa said quietly, “I’ll probably take her to the morgue so we can talk to my contact in the coroner’s office, see if they remember anyone or we’ll look at photographs of any of their unidentified dead.”
Theresa glanced over at Maria and Lily.
“She’s looking tired,” she said.
Myla nodded. Most of those seeking sanctuar
