With her heart pounding, Rosa called a taxi.
In the garage, a whole life hidden in a trunk
The place was discreet, almost forgotten by time. The metal door squeaked. A smell of old wood and old paper has invaded the space. And there, in the center, a large wooden chest covered in dust.
Inside: dozens of carefully preserved memorabilia. Children's drawings, school reports, letters tied in small packages. All signed with the same first name.
Virginia.
Rosa first imagined the worst. Another family. A double life. Sitting on the cold floor with tears in her eyes, she was searching for her words when she heard a noise behind her.
