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The final encounter
Folegandros, August 2010
It was late afternoon, and although on the beach the high winds had brought the temperature down, the roof of the cottage seemed to have absorbed all the intense heat from the sun.
Eleni’s face had lit up when she discovered this little fisherman’s cottage on the island of Folegandros on page three of her Google search after months of looking, just as she was about to give up. She had been to Folegandros before with Nicolas, when they were both in their twenties. She still remembered vividly the view over the deep-blue sea from their double bed in the narrow, cabin-like room. The sea was anything but mellow. They were often woken up in the middle of the night by wild, screaming winds and the splashing of waves. It was the first time that
