He wanted to lead me somewhere.He wanted me to see something.

Without thinking, without even grabbing a coat, I ran after him.

After about ten minutes, Oslo stopped abruptly. In front of us stood an old abandoned shed, eaten away by rust and weeds.

At that precise moment, my heart began to race.

Something was waiting for me there… and I felt it deep inside.

My legs gave way.

“This isn’t possible…” I whispered.

When I tried to pick up the sweater, Oslo grabbed it again and ran toward the back of the garden, constantly looking back to make sure I was following. Without taking a moment to think, I slipped my clogs on and chased after him, my heart knotted with an unsettling premonition.