Kasper trak vejret dybt ind, mens han gik hen ad den smalle, sneklædte sti, der førte til det lille wellness center på Bornholm.

Kasper took a deep breath as he walked down the narrow, snow-covered path that led to the small wellness center on Bornholm.

Den kolde vintervind blæste mod hans ansigt, men han lod det ikke gå ham på.

The cold winter wind blew against his face, but he didn't let it bother him.

Han var kommet for at finde ro.

He had come to find peace.

Han havde brug for klarhed efter farens død, og dette sted ved kysten, med udsigt over det isnende Østersø, føltes som det rette valg.

He needed clarity after his father's death, and this place by the coast, with a view of the icy Baltic Sea, felt like the right choice.

Inde i huset, hvor varmen fra stearinlysene og duften af eukalyptus fyldte rummet, ventede Signe allerede.

Inside the house, where the warmth from the candles and the scent of eucalyptus filled the room, Signe was already waiting.

Hun sad krøllet sammen i en stol, med en kop te i hænderne.

She was curled up in a chair with a cup of tea in her hands.

Signe var anderledes end Kasper; hun bar sin skepsis som en kappe og havde svært ved at åbne op om deres fælles fortid.

Signe was different from Kasper; she wore her skepticism like a cloak and found it hard to open up about their shared past.

Men Kasper kunne se, at også hun bar på en tung byrde.

But Kasper could see that she too carried a heavy burden.

Freja, retreatets leder, trådte roligt ind i rummet.

Freja, the retreat's leader, calmly entered the room.

Hendes stemme var blød, når hun talte.

Her voice was soft when she spoke.

Hun guidede Kasper og Signe ind i en meditation, en enkel rejse ind i sig selv.

She guided Kasper and Signe into a meditation, a simple journey into themselves.

Kasper lukkede øjnene, lod Frejas ord føre ham væk fra nuet og ind i minderne.

Kasper closed his eyes, letting Freja's words carry him away from the present and into memories.

Det var der, i den dybe stilhed, at en glemt hukommelse krøb frem.

It was there, in the deep silence, that a forgotten memory crept forth.

Kasper så sig selv som barn, siddende ved spisebordet og lyttende til sin fars lave stemme.

Kasper saw himself as a child, sitting at the dining table and listening to his father's low voice.

Men i stedet for farens beroligende ord, hørte Kasper noget andet.

But instead of his father's soothing words, Kasper heard something else.

Noget om en hemmelighed, han aldrig havde forstået som barn.

Something about a secret he had never understood as a child.

Kaspers øjne fløj op.

Kasper's eyes flew open.

Ved et uheld havde han sagt det højt under meditationen.

By accident, he had said it out loud during the meditation.

Signe kiggede op, chokeret.

Signe looked up, shocked.

"Hvad taler du om, Kasper?"

"What are you talking about, Kasper?"

spurgte hun.

she asked.

Kasper tog en dyb indånding.

Kasper took a deep breath.

"Jeg tror, far løj for os om noget vigtigt," svarede han forsigtigt.

"I think Dad lied to us about something important," he answered cautiously.

"Noget om vores barndom."

"Something about our childhood."

Freja så på dem med medfølelse.

Freja looked at them with compassion.

Selv om hun kun var der som facilitator, vidste hun, at hun havde sat noget i gang.

Even though she was only there as a facilitator, she knew she had set something in motion.

Kasper og Signe trak sig tilbage til en stille krog, hvor de kunne tale uforstyrret.

Kasper and Signe withdrew to a quiet corner where they could talk undisturbed.

Kasper spurgte Signe direkte om deres far, og hvad hun vidste.

Kasper asked Signe directly about their father and what she knew.

Signe tøvede, usikker på, om hun ville åbne denne dør.

Signe hesitated, unsure whether she wanted to open this door.

Men noget i Kasper blik fik hende til at indse, at det var nødvendigt.

But something in Kasper's gaze made her realize it was necessary.

De talte i timer, indtil mørket udenfor blev tættere og temperaturen faldt.

They talked for hours until the darkness outside grew denser and the temperature dropped.

Signe betroede endelig Kasper om sine egne mistanker og frygt, noget hun aldrig havde delt før.

Signe finally confided in Kasper about her own suspicions and fears, something she had never shared before.

Sammen sammensatte de brikkerne af deres fortid, indtil det begyndte at give mening.

Together, they pieced together fragments of their past until it started to make sense.

I takt med at samtalen fortsatte, mærkede Kasper noget ændre sig i rummet.

As the conversation continued, Kasper felt something change in the room.

Han følte sig lettet, næsten hel.

He felt relieved, almost whole.

Og han så det samme i Signe.

And he saw the same in Signe.

Deres fortid, det som var skjult, blev endelig forstået, og det bragte dem nærmere.

Their past, what had been hidden, was finally understood, and it brought them closer.

Da natten var faldet helt på, og sneen stilnede af udenfor, krammede Kasper og Signe hinanden.

As night fully set in and the snow abated outside, Kasper and Signe embraced each other.

De havde endelig fundet den sandhed, som deres far havde skjult, og med den, en dybere forbindelse til hinanden.

They had finally found the truth their father had hidden, and with it, a deeper connection to each other.

Kasper fandt ikke kun klarhed, men også en følelse af tilhørsforhold.

Kasper found not only clarity but also a sense of belonging.

Signe, derimod, begyndte at åbne op, en bevægelse mod at kunne forbinde sig dybere med sin bror og deres fælles historie.

Signe, in contrast, began to open up, moving toward being able to connect more deeply with her brother and their shared history.

På denne frostklare vinternat ved kystens kant havde en hemmelighed ført dem til sandhed, og i den sandhed fandt de endelig fred.

On this frost-clear winter night at the edge of the coast, a secret had led them to truth, and in that truth, they finally found peace.