All Chapters of The Island of the Silence: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Mara stood at the end of the bridge. The wind drew at her clothes, the sea became darker, and far outside the Island like a shadow that lifted up from the water. Before her the little boy. In his hand the rusty key. Behind her Nora. Down on the beach of young John, gorging, the face full of panic. And suddenly, Mara understood: He had not come from the lighthouse. He's always been here. The young John of 1987 had never disappeared — she was simply in his time and had seen him at two points of the same timeline. That meant: Everything was already running. Also their arrival. This decision too. The boy looked at her. “He is right.” Mara blinked. “What?” The child turned the key between his fingers. “When you put me in the water, you close the loop. But you exist only because it remained open.” A shock drove through her. Not just Jonas. You yourself. If the web accident never happens, if she never jumps, if the echo never arises, then their parents may meet d

Nobody said anything. The wind went through the grass as if nothing had happened. Down the road the black car still, the headlights out, the woman next like a cut silhouette. Mara felt everything in her again. 39 years. That was right. 1987 to now. But her mother was a child at that time. How could she have waited for it? Jonas was inconspicuous about half a step before her. Not dramatic. Of course. The woman noticed it. She lifted a hand as if she wanted to show that she unarmed was. “I am alone.” Her voice sounded over the radio, calm and clear. “And if I wanted to take you, I would not have called.” Lena whispered: “That sounds exactly like something someone would say to us.” Mara almost had to laugh. Almost. Nora held Noah by hand. Both children were quiet. Noah stared at Carriage, and in his eyes there was suddenly a fear that was too old for his face. “I know her,” he whispered. Everybody looked at him. Mara kneeled down. “Where?” Noah slowly shook hi

Nobody moved. The knock came again. Three slow hits against the metal. Jonas immediately looked back. His hand instinctively sought something that deaf as a weapon could — but in the car was only the old folder on Mara's lap. Eva closed his eyes for a moment. She didn't seem surprised. Rather... resigned. “He was on the slope,” she said quietly. “He has to get under the car have been suspended.’ Lena stared at her. “And you say that calmly?” A dry smile coughed over Eva's face. “Because we don’t have time to panic.” The stolen man spoke out of the trunk again. His voice was muted, but almost friendly. ‘Mara. I know you read the file. Ask her about the cellar. Ask Eva. why Anna could even find you.” Mara felt her stomach collapsed. Eva grabbed the door handle. Jonas immediately grabbed her arm. ‘In no case.’ Eva looked at him. “If I don’t let him out, he comes out differently.” As to confirm their words, the metal of the trunk drilled outwards. It's a stupid bl

Nobody moved. Not in shock. Not only. It was as if the space itself commanded them to remain silent. Helena stood in front of the black pelvis, and the water ran down on her dress, without leaving a cap. Every drop disappeared before he left the ground touched. She looked like the woman on the picture. Just younger. And at the same time infinitely old. Mara couldn't look away. There was something in Helena's face. Something familiar. Not because they were similar. Because Mara suddenly understood where her dreams came from. She had already seen this face when she was too small to have words. In the water. Sleep. In the mirror sometimes when she had fever. Helena took a step on her. Jonas immediately lifted the gun. “Build you stand.” Helena looked at the gun. Then Jonas. And smiled almost sadly. “You never shoot.” Jonas’ finger chipped at the trigger. Nothing happened. His hand trembled. Helena looked back to Mara. “See? He is still the same.” Mara stepp

Mara died. The being that rose out of the hole was not Helena. Not that steal something. Not the eye. It was her. Or something she could become. A face of water and shadow, half-shaped, half-dipped. The contours of their mouth, nose, forehead — but the eyes were silver and empty, as the interior a storm. It slowly continued. The neck. The shoulders. A body of black water carrying its shape. And it smiled. Just as she sometimes smiled when she felt observed. Noah started screaming. Not afraid. For recognition. “This is her! This is the woman from the beach!” Mara understood. The photo. The hospital. The woman in the background. The shape Anna had accompanied in 1987. Not Helena. You yourself. Not in the future. In the past. She was already there. The being spoke. With her voice. Leiser. Lower. Like water. “You have come. You just forgot.” Mara stumbled backwards. Jonas held her. “Don’t listen.” But she heard long ago. Because memories broke up. N