Daisy walked down the pool steps and straight into the water. Her skirts floated up around her. She let the water lap over her head, and she was under, her hair billowing like her dress. The light went through the layers of fabric, so the water around her seemed to glow. She was again that diaphanous mermaid everyone had imagined when she’d fallen off a yacht. She went down, and then swam back toward the stairs. Soaked in salt water, Daisy Fabrega-Caraveo held the green star, a siren coming back from the sea.
