When she quietly asks who the girl is, his voice changes, almost breaking. He calls it “a personal photograph” that “doesn’t matter” and abruptly ends the meeting, sending her back to Marta. Both know it matters very much.
Laura finishes her first day on autopilot. Marta trains her, shows the filing system, introduces key people—but Laura’s mind circles the same question: how did her childhood photo end up on her boss’s desk?
That night, she returns to the small, cozy house she shares with her mother in the south of the city.
She tries not to wake Elena, but finds her in the kitchen making tea. When Elena asks how it went, Laura says, “Good, I think,” yet her mother immediately senses something is wrong.
When Laura finally blurts out that Salgado has the sunflower photo from Elena’s box on his desk, Elena’s teacup shatters on the floor. She goes pale, trembling. “That’s not possible,” she whispers. “It can’t be him.”
Laura realizes her mother has been hiding something. Elena pulls a small metal box from under her bed, unlocks it, and shows Laura her treasures: old letters, a lock of baby hair, a cheap ring—and the exact same sunflower photograph.