The packaging label marked with Antonio’s return address was placed in the burgundy box with the others. Matilda couldn’t throw them away — he wrote out his address! She didn’t think about being in love. That would be silly. Her life was full, and she was extremely happy.
No, she said to herself as she looked at the labels and enclosed note;
Para ti mi amor in clear cursive script with an added flourish and some tiny drawings.
No, she said again as she closed the box, just keepsakes. Momentos.
The phone rang. It was that Facebook Messenger tone.