"The desk was in the middle," Joan followed the path, it was the study room of her mother, so everything was always a mess. The many books and papers, and computers that were spread around were a constant in their daily life. Joan found it so funny and her brother a headache, but didn't mind it at all. He will tell that only a genius could find order inside that room.
However, only their father would get angry at the disorder. He will scream and yell and then shut the door behind him. Joan never understood why her mother kept being with that man, even if he was her father. The days he spent with them could not reach even one every week.
Joan moved towards the biggest bookshelf was before in the room. Now there was only a big pile of boxes. She knew that her stepmother and her father looked searched the room and the house many times. They wanted her mother's research, however, she never gave it to them.
