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.
It wasn't a monster. It was a survivor.
The shark blinked—a slow, milky slide of nictitating membrane. Then it sank, as quietly as it had come, and vanished into the black.
“Right. Invisible sharks. Very scary.”