The letter arrived eleven years after it had been written.
There was no explanation.
No return address.
No postal mark.
Only a yellow envelope placed beneath the door of a small apartment in Buenos Aires.
Camila Rojas found it at 5:17 in the afternoon.
She had been away from the city for almost a year.
Since the Montenegro Archive had closed, she had deliberately avoided anything that resembled her former life.
TUYEN ANH The address led Camila to an old neighborhood near the southern edge of the city.
She had expected an abandoned building.
Instead, she found a house.
It stood between two narrow apartment blocks, separated from the pavement by a rusted iron fence.