And then he saw Sofia's backpack. Almost scattered, but closed. Inside he found a card with her notes and a strange message:
If anyone finds this, then I'm close. Don't leave. Follow me.
His heart sank – fear and hope mixed together.
Paul continued forward, driven by his love. The mountain was harsh, any mistake could be fatal. But he did not stop.
He climbed the last slope. The fog was so thick that he could barely see ahead of him.
And then… movement.
Figure.
He stopped, not believing his eyes.
That was her.
Sofia.
Exhausted, with disheveled hair, pale... but alive.
“Sofia!” he shouted.
She turned around. Her eyes filled with tears.
"Paul... you're here... I thought no one would find me..."
They hugged each other. Her body was shaking.
