POV: Dante
Rosa finds me at seven in the morning.
She does not knock. She opens my study door, steps inside, closes it behind her, and says: "She found the room."
I set down my coffee.
"She read everything," Rosa says. "Every letter. She was on the floor with the whole box when I found her. She has not cried once since she got here and she did not cry then either." She pauses. "She is planning something. I do not know what yet. But you should know before she gets further along than you."
Rosa has worked in this house for four years. She has told me exactly four things in that time without being asked. Every single one of them mattered. I have learned to treat her unsolicited opinions like fire alarms you do not ignore them, you find out where the smoke is coming from.
"Thank you," I say.
She nods and leaves.
I sit with the information for a moment. Then I go upstairs.
