Between shadows and hopes: The quest for truth

d streets and the white facades of the houses alleviated with a golden shade, a reflection of the setting sun which

at sea during this fateful night, when the boat on which he worked had sunk for unexplained reasons. At eac

ckets of her light coat. The chilly wind agitated her brown hair, and her eyes, s

joints whiten. Thomas had given him this pendant the day before his disappearance. He had said, with a

f the waves. A tear rolled along her cheek, which she wipe

nd saw an unknown, large and thin, dressed in a worn black coat, which was walking nonchalantly towards the edge. He seem

e sailor. It was a modest place, with light wooden walls and tables covered with checkered

ea? he asked, wiping h

, she replied,

ked to observe the boats enter and go out, even if it always remi

ut, as if it had been handled hundreds of times. Intrigued, Élise took it an

at struck it the most was a precise sketch of the boat on which Thomas had disappeared. A

Who had written this? Was

s. Series of figures, annotations on the sidelines, and cryptic

er tea and noticed Elis

lise? she asked,

left here? Elise asked, una

guess yes. A client may hav

ut more or return it to its owner? What if this notebook really contained answers on the accident?

te entered her field of vision. The man of the pier. His heart missed a

out thinking. - You ar

prised, and frowned

ere, he said. Wh

said, brandishing i

ing at the notebook as if he contained a sec

nally asked, his voice tinged

nt to know is what these notes mean. This sketch, this se

forget what you saw," he said, rea

efore you explain to me what you know. If you are involved in wh

will tell you what I can. But be aware that certain truths are dangerous. Élise nodded, determined. She was

as invaded her mind. She still remembered the night when everything had changed. It was raining that evening, a fine ra

going tomorrow, but it will be fast. I

ion for the sea and travel. "The sea is my domain," h

med present in the air. However, all she had today

e noted every detail that seemed important: vaguely noted coordinates on a corner of the object, drawings of o

er feeling began to be born in it. What if this notebook only added to its

next day, Élise returned to the pier, as agreed with Samuel. The marine breeze played with her scarf as she was wa

sonating on the boards. He seemed more

here, he s

ut understanding," repl

anced around him, as

ver have read it. It contains dangerous t

aze. I lost Thomas, and if this notebook can hel

ed, but he end

t you will discover could change everything. They sit on a bench, a lit

ust a simple fishing boat, he began. He was carrying som

asked Élise, her

ole was to write everything I learned on behalf of ...

Thomas was the victim of a simple accident. But

he doing on this boat?

wn, as if he hes

he admitted. But it may have seen s

boil in her. If Thomas had been the victim of a plot

k can help me understand what happened, then I wi

er for a moment, t

with a slight smile. But be careful, Élise. Those

tightened against her. But this time, she didn't feel alone. For th

lost, Élise knew that she w