"𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦," softly uttered the doctor.
The diagnosis is clear; Alessia had lost the ability to utter a single word for nearly a month. Her parents, initially unconcerned, grew tense upon hearing the news, overcome by a blend of emotions that the...
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Since I've given the green light, the crew has been more motivated than ever.
Everyone is at their places, nobody is slacking off, waiting for the submersible to emerge among the mangroves of Sabaody. I wish I could see the same enthusiasm when we're in depth, but it's clear that we have to promise them a few hours of free time to see tasks that usually take an hour finish in fifteen minutes.
"Do you think we can ask Alessia to come with us to the amusement park?"
"Clione, we said that was off-limits!"
"We're not going to exclude her just because you're afraid of the captain's reaction!"
"But amusement parks are so romantic, can you imagine if we go into a haunted house and she hugged us while—"
I clear my throat. In front of me, everyone turns around. Five pairs of eyes stare at me before showing a panicked expression.
