Ava
As the week passed, I found myself feeling worse with each passing day. The mornings were especially rough, a constant battle against waves of nausea and fatigue that seemed to worsen as the days went by.
I tried to push through it, attributing the symptoms to stress and lack of sleep, but deep down, I knew something wasn’t right.
Eventually, the morning before Olivia’s ‘welcome party’ arrived. I woke bright and early with Chris, our entire day scheduled down to the hour: pack our things, say our goodbyes, take Ophelia and go to the docks. There, we would get on a private boat to the human world.
But we wouldn’t be going to the human world. Once we were halfway across the strait, Chris would turn the boat east and travel around the coast, making our way to the other si
