I’m starting to realize I could fill a black hole with all the things I don’t know. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that a good father knows what his fingerlings are up to. There was a time shortly before she disappeared when my Trackers reported her visiting the same spot each day close to the Arena. Each day, they followed her, but when they arrived, she’d already gone. They never found anything there, couldn’t figure out the purpose for her daily visits. At first, I thought she was entertaining the thought of sifting with other males, since she was so opposed to Grom in the beginning. Yet, all the Trackers reported the absence of another’s pulse. So I decided to investigate this myself. I almost passed by it, I tell you. But somehow, one of her shinier possessions captured one of the few rays of sunlight able to reach bottom. I figured I must have stirred up the murk in just the right place. That’s when I found her cache of human things.”
Ohmysweetgoodness. “My mother collected human things?” And my grandfather never busted her on it? “And you let her? What about the laws? You didn’t care?”
He waves a disdainful hand in the air. “And which law was she breaking? Who could prove she’d had contact with humans? Who was to say that she didn’t find these things on old shipwrecks?”
So he turned a blind eye. He chose not to question her. Somehow this just endears him to me more. “So because of her obsession with human things, you figured out she’d come ashore?”
Antonis shakes his head. “Yes and no. I thought she might have. I searched the coasts and then began to move deeper inland. I never found her, obviously. But I did find something else, Emma. Something I haven’t told anyone.”
And that’s when I realize this is not just an innocent grandfather-granddaughter secret.
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