The snow.
She had a call. It had snowed in the night. She went to the main door and opened it. The whole village was green and bright. The snow was exclusively within the limits of the garden. Then she noticed the opened fence and the distinctive marks of footprints walking inside, stopping by the window. The opened window.
Out of curiosity, the neighbors stopped to watch the garden. And a woman in a pajamas standing in front of the closed door, staring at it, shivering.
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