I opened the door.

And I froze.

On the doorstep, Oslo stood upright, holding between his teeth a piece of bright yellow fabric. My heart pounding, I bent down.
My breath caught.

It was Lina’s sweater.

Or at least, a sweater identical to the one she was wearing the day of the accident. The same vivid color. The same soft knit she loved. My legs trembled. How could this garment have ended up here?

Oslo dropped the sweater at my feet, let out a short bark—almost like a command—then stepped back a few paces. He looked straight into my eyes, picked up the sweater again, and darted off. Every couple of meters, he stopped and turned around, checking that I was following.

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.