Our houses shared a wall, and in the orange season we had a secret word we whispered through the gap in it when the grown-ups were asleep.
Sobia, I still knock twice when I pass a wall like that one.
Looking through the drawer…
One sealed letter is waiting for Sobia.
Our houses shared a wall, and in the orange season we had a secret word we whispered through the gap in it when the grown-ups were asleep.
Sobia, I still knock twice when I pass a wall like that one.
The rest of this letter is sealed.