My merman boyfriend vanished, leaving a giant pearl. Nine months later, it gave birth to our son. Now I'm a single dad to a four-year-old who hates socks and snores in dolphin clicks. His other dad rules the ocean. Tonight, he walks out of a hurricane. Our boy eyes his shopping bag. "Are you the delivery guy?" I'd laugh. Except our boy is dying—and only my ex can save him. "Wait here for ten minutes." "You already made me wait five years." I survived losing him. I won't survive losing our son.
