She examined it closely: the cover tore under her fingers, the fabric was tired from the years, and the inside seemed stuck by time. Armed with a box cutter, she began to open the seams, slowly, layer after layer, holding her breath because of the dust.
Sometimes, what is left to you with contempt is precisely what opens an unexpected door for you.
The detail that should never have been there
Then, in the middle of the work, the blade stumbled on something hard. It was not a spring. Nor a piece of wood. The contact was too frank, too "solid", as if an object had been slipped inside on purpose.
Lina pushed the padding aside by hand. His heart sank. There, hidden in the center of the mattress, was a neatly wrapped package, evidently intentionally placed there. It wasn't the kind of discovery that you can explain by chance.
