“It says, Welcome home, Mommie. Please come back and stay with us on dry land.” Something went out of Evelyne. Her heart thudded against her lungs like the long snout of the butterfly fish ramming the window of the Tektite, trying to figure out what blocked the way. “I’m here, sweet one,” she told her daughter. “Here to stay.” Although it felt as if staying for long would be her death.
