Standing, out, into the bedroom. And opening a drawer where men’s clothes lay neatly folded. A reflection in the window, on the other side a fine snow is beginning to fall. Underneath a pile of jumpers there is an envelope with six old photographs locked away inside. Take the envelope, close the drawer, and leave the bedroom, and close the door. Back into the kitchen. The photographs in their envelope are placed underneath the letter. A sigh shakes through the air.