It was 5pm when Thomas arrived to Formentera, his loved island. The sun was shining more than he remembered, it was the hottest month of August in Formentera since years.

The smell of salt brought him to his past memories of his hometown. His head got full of images of the paradisiac beaches, the crystal water, the magic sunsets… and Amy.

A chill crossed his body.

The good memories were mixed by the bitter present. He was ready to know the truth.

The meeting with Joan was in his house, he was very affected to go out.