I'm here now

Eleonor takes a deep breath as the car pulls up in front of the old traditional mansion. Despite being abandoned, it looks very well-preserved. No leaves are gathering under the trees or on the porch. The windows are made of dark tiles that convey an uncomfortable feeling of familiarity.

When Marco opens the door, an old smell of wood and mold hits Eleonor's nostrils. This is a smell that doesn't match the memories that little by little begin to return, like a head spring. She's overflowing with memories, even if they're unpleasant and make her eyes water.

“I'll stay here, Donna…you can call me if you need me.”

“Thanks, Marco.” Eleonor gives a sweet smile and enters the house.

The smell is even stronger in the hall, as the floor, stairs and wall details are made of wood. The furniture is draped in a carefully crafted white sheet, proving Giovanni's intention to preserve every memory she can find.

When Eleonor runs her hand over the sofa covered by the sheet, she remembers when she was