If losing her grandmother was a wave, losing her tail is a tsunami. One day Charlotte finds herself sitting at the edge of the pool with her feet dipped in the shallow end. Her grasp is white-knuckled on the red of the terracotta tiles. She doesn't realise how hard she is crying until she feels her mother's arms constrict around her chest.
Charlotte is searching for something. She knows it when she sees it. The air at the edge of the harbour is chilly, autumn setting in. Once, she had christened this their place. It feels like a long time ago, now.
"All I ever wanted was for you to care for me."
Lewis's grimace makes some small part of her turn cold.
"Look me up, won't you?" she tells him, but wants to say something else.
It doesn't matter. He always knew what she really meant.
That night, she dreams she is caught in a whirlpool.
The current pulls her, down, down, down.