Chapter 47 Leon Carter

• Leon Carter
• It felt strange and, at the same time, right to experience such peace after so much chaos. As if my body still expected to hear a gunshot at any moment or see blood staining the sand. But on that day, everything was calm.
• The sun continued its slow dance across the sky, casting golden rays through the tall palm leaves. The breeze carried the scent of the sea mixed with the light fragrance of the flowers my mother and Amélie had so carefully chosen. A symbolic setting, after the war, love.