CHAPTER 5
SANNE
The walk to the beach is much longer than I remember it to be. Maybe partially because memories always make things seem so much closer by, and partially because slipping and sliding my way forward really isn’t the fastest way to move around... And no matter how I keep trying, these shoes definitely aren’t the right type for walking in the snow.
As we’re finally on top of the dunes, or well, a hill-ish thing that’s supposed to be a dune, and where a large hotel is looking out over both the beach and the island, I can finally see the sea.
The grey water and the waves with the white heads on them. It looks almost surreal, not because of the sea, but because of the snow leading up to the sea...
It’s almost dystopian. There are a few other people on the beach, but it’s prob
