Melinda spends the next few weeks trying to heal as best as she can. She starts sorting through her grandmother's things, selecting which articles to keep, which ones to give to charity, and which ones to throw out. She has come to the decision that she must sell the house. The memories it contains are too strong for her, especially the ones made in the last few weeks.
     Before she puts the house up for sale, she makes her way to the damp, hidden room at the back of the house. She shudders the minute she enters, reliving the horror that occurred there. She shakes it off, unwilling to let the memories get the best of her. Then she gets to work, opening the paint cans she has brought and preparing the room to be re-painted and wallpapered. It is probably the most healing thing she can do.

     She spends two days re-wallpapering and re-flooring the room. When she is finished, there is no trace of the horrors that the room once contained. She turns to the furniture that sits sparsely in the room, opening the drawers of the two tables that stand at the back. She is shocked to find envelopes bearing her name and address. With trembling fingers, she opens one of them. It is a letter from her father. She scans through it and opens another and then another. "My dearest Melinda," they all begin, "I have not forgotten you…" She looks at the dates on each of the letters… They are dated from throughout her childhood, on her birthday, on Christmas. In shock, she raises a hand to her forehead. "She hid these from me," she says aloud, referring to her grandmother. "She didn't want me to know that he was alive. And that he wanted to see me." She looks again through the envelopes and finds what she is looking for: one of the letters is dated her birthday last year. Could that mean he was still alive? Could that mean she would be able to find him? There is no return address on any of the envelopes. Some of them that did bear one were blacked out. 'Probably by my grandmother,' she thinks. She gets one of the cardboard boxes she had been using to pack from downstairs and piles all the letters into it. They are too precious to throw out. She knows they will bear the clues she needs to find her father at last.