The rain was merciless, like it wanted to erase the whole street. By the time we opened the door, we thought we were just rescuing a soaked stranger, nothing more. Her suitcase dripped on the mat. Her eyes kept drifting to the family photos, as if measuring us against someone else’s memory. We didn’t realize our guest room was about to become a confession booth. We didn’t know about the blue velvet box, or the letter that would start with four words: “Tell Arthur his mot… Continues…
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