The flashlight illuminated well. Fortunately, because I couldn’t see anything at all. The trees that lined the path were thick and close together. It took me ten minutes before arriving at the sign that asked me to follow the path on the left. Julia told me to take a right.
With a deep breath, I shone the torch in the thickets. I only saw brambles, trees and dead branches—nothing very welcoming. I puffed out my cheeks and plunged into the woods.
The ground, strewn with stones, made walking difficult.
I counted twenty long steps and arrived in front of the oak tree Julia had told me about. A white cross was indeed painted on the trunk. I walked around it and started walking again. She had said fifteen paces to the ash tree. A quick check with the torch showed me that the path was even le
