Maya smiled. “They’re there. You just don’t see them.”
That night, she didn’t tell Leo about the shark. Some things, she decided, weren’t for tourists. Some things were just for the lagoon—and the girl who learned to love its silent, ancient depths. sharks lagoon
But she’d never once seen a shark.
Maya didn’t move for a long time. The crickets on the shore started their evening chorus. A fish jumped somewhere behind her. When she finally rowed back, Leo was waiting with a flashlight. Maya smiled
She stepped onto the groaning pier, her legs shaky but her heart full. “No,” she said. “Just a neighbor.” ” she said. “Just a neighbor.”