The man of the sharks Part III

They were replaced with black shadows; I tried to figure out what they were.

I always knew that my memories had disappeared. The memory of Seb. The memory of my survival. Nobody could figure out how I had stayed alive up until now, which was more difficult than finding out who Parker was. But in my dream, I saw a black figure that began to change.

My eyes were blurry, and I did not know what was in front of me. I just knew that I was given air and wrapped in a warm embrace. I thought it was my imagination I had visualized. I heard whispers, but I could not make out the words, like a puzzle piece I could not make fit yet.

Some parts were still missing. Some parts came with words that sounded not far away.

I knew I was dying.

But I did not know the devil still had mercy on me.

‘You’ll be okay.’

‘Come back to us, Sol.’

‘We need you.’