Acredita em Mim

Sofia herdou a casa da bisavó no verão em que fez trinta anos. Era uma vivenda antiga nos arredores de Sintra, com paredes de pedra e um jardim que ninguém tratava há décadas. A família nunca acreditara muito naquela propriedade — demasiado velha, demasiado isolada, demasiado cheia de histórias que ninguém queria contar. Mas Sofia acreditava que lugares velhos tinham memória, e foi por isso que foi.

Sofia inherited her great-grandmother's house in the summer she turned thirty. It was an old villa on the outskirts of Sintra, with stone walls and a garden that no one had tended for decades. The family had never believed much in that property — too old, too isolated, too full of stories no one wanted to tell. But Sofia believed that old places had memory, and that was why she went.

Encontrou a casa coberta de poeira e de silêncio. As janelas estavam fechadas, os móveis cobertos com lençóis brancos. No primeiro andar, num quarto cheio de caixas, encontrou um baú de madeira escura. Dentro do baú havia livros, cartas dobradas e um diário com capa de couro negro. Acreditou imediatamente que ali havia algo importante.

She found the house covered in dust and silence. The windows were shut, the furniture covered with white sheets. On the first floor, in a room full of boxes, she found a dark wooden chest. Inside the chest were books, folded letters and a diary with a black leather cover. She immediately believed there was something important there.