A quiet, measured life went down the drain in an instant. My husband is heading toward divorce. My daughter is ill. And on top of that, the neighbor’s kids are messing around, shoving letters supposedly from another world under my door.
What do you mean, the letters are true? What does it mean that a tavern has been left to me as an inheritance? A half-ruined building, a new world, and the impossibility of returning home. So… we’ll have to survive here. Whoever hasn’t hidden, it’s not my fault!