For ten years, she secretly fed three street girls — until the day a black car pulled up in front of her house and her past came back to haunt her in unimaginable ways…

No one ever knew.
Not her colleagues, not her neighbors, not even her husband—who died without suspecting a thing.
It was her own little world: Elenora and those little girls who survived in silence.

The disappearance

Until the day they disappeared.

The warehouse was empty.
On the wall, written in charcoal, there was only one message:

« Thank you, Dona Elenora.
One day, you will be proud of us. »

Elenora kept those words deep inside herself.
She never saw them again.

The years passed.
Her hair turned white, her hands ached with arthritis, and the house—once so full of noise—now knew only the ticking of the clock and the whistling of the wind.
Often, she wondered what had become of those little girls.
Had they survived? Did they remember her?

The Return

Twelve years later, on a sunny afternoon, a black SUV pulled up in front of her house.
The engine slowly turned off.
The tinted windows gave no clue as to who was inside.

From the front steps, Elenora gripped the railing between her fingers.
Her heart was pounding.
The car door opened.