When the girl left the place I went up to the room hoping to find new information about the case in a new memory or some documents, but none of that was in the pizza box on the contrary it was full of photos, of envelopes sealed with the address of my old house and some things that I was totally unaware of.
I had read the note on the box over and over as I looked at the envelopes and the photos on them, many of them were unknown to me, other the best memories of my life in California.
