“So it wasn’t a coincidence?” I asked. 

“No events in the world are just “coincance”, Amado” My Grandfather said. 

“That’s why they were so kind to me. It was to repay your favor” I said. 

“Pretty much,” Grandfather said. 

“Does Victoria know?” I asked. 

“Who’s Victoria?” My Grandfather asked. 

“Never mind,” I answered. 

“But that’s not why I’m here.” I said. 

“Then tell me, I’ve been asking you Mia mor” Grandfather said. 

“Before Aunt left. She left me with some clues. I need to know something from her past to connect the clues all together.” I said. 

“Clues eh. Mischievous as ever your Aunt is. Never could tell something straight forward. Always had to do it in a complicated fashion. But that was her love language” Grandfather said. 

“You miss her too. Don’t you?” I asked. 

“I hate to admit it, but I do,” My Grandfather said. 

“Then let’s find her. I need to know a few things.” I said. 

“What do you know so far?” My Grandfather asked. 

“Well. I know she’s somewhere in Europe. I know we have to go to Spain” I said. 

“What else?” My Grandfather asked. 

“That’s all. But if you could answer my questions, I could solve it all.” I said. 

“Fire all the questions” My Grandfather said. 

“First question, One of the clues was a broken Pocket Watch. The time in the Pocket watch. Exactly Ten:Seventeen to Ten:Eighteen?” I asked. 

“Oh.” My Grandfather said, In a surprised face. Something bad happened at Ten:Seventeen. 

“What is it?’ I asked. 

“Thirteenth of October Nineteen Ninety Nine. At exactly Ten:Seventeen was the time when your Abuelo and Grandma officially divorced, and when your Aunt had to leave your Mother. The worst day of her life, Your Aunt always told me” My Grandfather explained. 

“Interesting” I said. 

“Any other clues?” Grandfather asked. 

“There’s a key, Attached to it is a slip of paper with another riddle: "Not all doors open forward. Sometimes, you must look back." I said. 

“Can I see the key?” My Grandfather asked. 

“Yeah sure” I said and gave him the key. 

“This is your Aunt’s diary key” My Grandfather said, surprised after seeing it. 

“Where is it?” I asked. 

“It’s in my room. Can someone get Gene’s old diary?” My Grandfather ordered someone. 

“This is interesting. Any other clue?” My Grandfather asked. 

“There’s a picture of Aunt when she was a bit younger. Maybe when she was in University. With a man that I don’t know. But he also seems familiar” I said. 

“Where is this picture?” My Grandfather asked. 

“I left it at home,” I said. 

“Mia Mor, Why ah? “ Grandfather asked, disappointed. 

“It’s the only picture of my Aunt I have. It’s also paper so it’s fragile” I said. 

“My poor neita, I’m sorry your Abuelo wasn’t there when you needed him the most” My Grandfather said, sad. 

“We were there. But you rejected us” I said. Reminding him of when he rejected my Aunt when she needed money,

“It’s different. Your Aunt was capable of making the money. She was just too stressed and was about to go loca. I was there, I supported her with my words. Look at you, you came out fine” Grandfather said. 

“But if only you were-”

“No, no, no. End of that discussion” Grandfather said. 

I stayed silent, knowing I can’t do anything against this old man. The Maid from Grandfather’s room came back carrying a book with a lock outside. The maid then gave that book to my Grandfather. 

“Thank you. Now let's see what we have here” My Grandfather said. 

“Keys?” My Grandfather asked me. I gave him the keys. 

He then puts the key into the keyhole and opens the lock. 

“Yes it worked!” My Grandfather said, Overjoyed. 

I smiled, and with full enthusiasm. 

I looked at the now opened diary. In one of the pages, was a visible envelope. 

“Grandpa, Look at that envelope, an envelope sealed with a faint wax imprint—aunt’s initials. The paper is slightly worn, it’s like, if it was handled many times before Aunt finally decided to leave it behind..” I told him. 

“Where?” My Grandpa asked. 

“Look at the diary” I said. 

He looked at the diary and found it. 

“Oh yeah. What is this?” My Grandpa asked himself. Curious. 

He then goes to the page where the mysterious envelope is. There written clearly on the page, “Diary Log Thirteenth of October Nineteen Ninety Nine”. 

Besides the page, the envelope. 

“We figured it out, Rhoa!” My Grandfather said, still overjoyed. 

“Open the envelope” I said. 

“Alright, here we go,” My Grandfather said. 

“Wait. Don’t we need a paper knife?” I asked. 

“We could ask and wait for it, It’ll take a long time. Or we could just open it now with our hands” My Grandpa said.  

“Rebellious. I like it” I said. 

“Alright, Open it then” I said, approving of this misbehavior. 

He then opened the envelope with his bare hands, After opening inside, revealed a letter written in  aunt’s elegant but slightly rushed handwriting.

"My dearest,

By the time you read this, you and Grandpa will have finally met again. I knew you would find each other—I always believed in you. And now, together, you’re solving the riddles I left behind. I wish I could be there with you both, watching as you piece everything together.

There’s something waiting for you in Granada. The answers, the truth—maybe even more questions. But you won’t be alone. Inside this letter, you’ll find what you need."

As I unfold the rest of the letter, something small and metallic slips out—a key, sleek and polished, with an engraved number: Room Seven One Seven.

Alongside it is a note, written on a separate, smaller piece of paper:

"No matter how far we are, my love for you and Grandpa never fades. Keep each other safe. Find what I left behind."

There’s also a second, smaller slip of paper tucked into the envelope. It simply reads:

"The answers have always been there, waiting. Room 717—where the past and present finally meet."