Lena Finds a Discarded Answering Machine (Part 1)
Sometime late that summer evening, Lena found herself in her mother’s dusty garage, rummaging through old boxes that had been taped and stacked and stored away indefinitely. Nothing was labeled. And Lena couldn’t remember exactly why she was tearing all the boxes open. Her mother hadn’t asked her to do this. Lena was just pulled by a strong current of curiosity.