Auntie Kelpseal set down her spoon and hummed once before speaking. “Maybe the storm isn’t taking the tomorrows,” she said softly. “Maybe they’re getting squished in those caves, with no one to breathe them in.”

Ori’s bells gave a small ting-ting as Ori drifted closer. “But I kept them safe,” Ori said, the words coming out small. Auntie Kelpseal touched Ori’s fin and smiled. “Hope doesn’t like being stacked up,” she said. “Hope likes being shared.”