“GETTING lost? How is that possible?”
Anthony asked, his voice tinged with confusion and concern. The two of them sat in silence for a moment, watching Clarissa sleep soundly on the bench Anthony had carefully set up by the mini pool, which was only half-filled with water. It was a strange sight, the child resting peacefully with her tail still submerged in the water, as if it were an integral part of her. Carmela’s heart ached as she looked at her daughter, wondering just how long they would have to live like this.
Clarissa had often complained about the sting that came from having her tail out of the water for too long. It wasn’t just a discomfort—it was something that seemed to affect her physically, and Carmela couldn’t stand seeing her daughter in pain. As a mother, it felt unbearab
