Draga — Ne Skrbi

"," Marko said, a weak smile breaking through his exhaustion. "I told you I’d be back."

"," he whispered against her forehead. "The sea has a way of bringing back what it takes. I will be back before the third winter’s first snow." The Years of Silence Ne skrbi Draga

Five years had passed since the pier. Elena was no longer the girl with the wool shawl; she was a woman of quiet strength, working in the salt pans. One evening, a massive storm tore through the coast. The waves crashed against the stone walls with a fury that felt personal. Elena sat by her hearth, clutching her pendant, when a frantic knocking sounded at her door. "," Marko said, a weak smile breaking through his exhaustion