“Listen to me,” he ordered. Don’t ask. Get out now.
Daniel never raised his voice. He never panicked. We had been married for eight years and it was the first time I had heard real terror from him, a terror that cannot be faked.
—Daniel…
“Sara!” he shouted. I don’t have time. Grab our daughter and leave immediately.
I didn’t argue.
I couldn’t.
I walked quickly around the room, forced a smile that hurt my face, and picked up Emma, who was six years old.
“Let’s go to the bathroom,” I said to Mariana, trying to sound normal.
She nodded, distracted, busy arranging disposable plates.
But instead of going into the hallway, I went straight to the front door.
“Mom?” Emma whispered, pressing her little face to my neck. What’s going on?
“Nothing, my love,” I said, my hands trembling as I opened the door. Let’s go for a walk.
As soon as we crossed the threshold, I heard him.
Mermaids.
Not one or two.
Many.
Too many.
They sounded in the distance, but every second they were closer. I froze on the porch, feeling fear rise from my feet.
“Mom…” Emma clung to my neck tightly.
Then I saw them. Black pickup trucks without license plates sped forward from both sides of the street. Patrols behind, with red and blue turrets illuminating everything as if it were daytime. The neighbors came out of their houses, in their pajamas, pointing, without understanding anything.
My cell phone vibrated again. Daniel.
“Are you out yet?” He asked, with an urgency that made my blood run cold.
“Yes,” I whispered. What’s going on?
“Get in the car. Lock. Stay away from the house. Don’t stop for anything, do you hear me?
I ran.
I settled Emma into her child seat, struggling with the belt because her hands wouldn’t obey me. When I started, I looked in the rear-view mirror.
The police surrounded my sister’s house. Armed officers got out of the patrol cars shouting orders, pointing towards the entrance.
Then I saw something that made my blood run cold.
They weren’t looking for a person.
They were looking for something inside the house…
What I discovered next changed my life forever… Part 2.
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