The last secret
She had been going to the forest every night for years, sitting beneath the same tree. The owl was always there—still, silent, with eyes that seemed to know something about her. That night, for the first time, she placed a finger to her lips and whispered: “Shh… don’t let anyone find out.” The owl slowly tilted its head, as if it had been waiting to hear those words. She lowered her hand and stared into the darkness behind the tree. The sound of footsteps was getting closer. Someone was coming. The owl spread its wings, but it didn’t fly. It simply looked at her—a look that seemed to say more than a thousand words. She gave a faint smile and whispered: They finally found us… That night, for the first time, the owl’s cry could be heard beyond the forest.
