A slow ripple moved past them, cutting through the water without making a sound. Matteo moved to the edge, peering into the waves.
“It’s gone,” he muttered. But the silence had changed. The birds that had followed them for hours had vanished. The water was still. Too still.
They flipped through more pictures. In two of them, the shape was clearer. A curve that almost looked like it was moving. Something had been following them.