Without knowing why you were left? Without knowing if anyone is still thinking of you?”.

Elena’s gaze changed, as if a buried memory was rising to the surface.

She looked at Miguel carefully—his features, his eyes, the way he spoke—and then asked softly:

“How old are you?” Or what year were you born?

Miguel was surprised, but replied:

— 1993.

Elena swallowed her saliva with difficulty.

“When you were a child…” Have you been left anything? Αn object… Α memory?

Miguel figs.

Αn old memory, buried for a long time, resurfaced.

He nodded slowly.