Chapter Twenty Seven

Miro had moved quickly down the coast, and now she was almost too far from the waters she called home. Now, she was in the big city of Los Angelos, and even the crowds and traffic overwhelmed her, she stayed focused on her task. 

Finding Zalo took all of her energy. Now that Miro knew the English language and how to read, she’d searched library databases for old newspaper clippings around the typhoon. Although she’d found articles and clippings, none had led her to her sister. And Miro had called for her siblings in every town, and nothing. Why did Zalo not hear her calls? Unless she was… unless she was dead. 

Miro’s feet slowed, and she stopped in the middle of the busy sidewalk and looked around. As she’d ventured inland—further away from the ocean. Thanks to her advanced fisheri brain, Miro had learned to speak fluent English within the week. Compared to her siren language, English wasn’t that hard. And the humans see