cute family

At first glance, they seem like the perfect family. A hardworking father. A pregnant mother. A teenage daughter. And a beautiful house in one of Melino's quietest neighborhoods. Everything looks like it was taken from a carefully staged family photograph. However, the reality is quite different. None of them wanted to move. It was the father's decision. The daughter had to leave behind her friends, her school, and practically the entire life she had built. Her resentment about the move is impossible to hide. The mother tried to oppose it at first, especially since the pregnancy was already quite advanced when the idea of ​​leaving the city arose. But after several arguments, she ended up accepting it without really understanding her husband's reasons. Because that's the problem. He never explained why he insisted so much on moving to Melino. He sold the old house faster than usual. He quit his job without telling anyone. And he rejected several opportunities that would have made it much easier to stay where they were. Every time someone asks him why he chose Melino, he gives a different answer. But sometimes he seems distracted, as if he's listening to something no one else can hear. The strangeness began shortly after they arrived. Some neighbors claim to have seen him walking down streets that don't appear on any city map. His daughter found a notebook hidden among his belongings. Its pages were filled with dates, unfamiliar names, and drawings of places in Melino. The unsettling thing is that some of the entries are more than twenty years old. Longer than her father claims to have known the city existed. Now they're trying to adjust to their new life while they await the arrival of a new family member. But every day it becomes harder to ignore certain questions. Why does he seem to know places he's never visited? Why does he possess documents about Melino that are older than many of its inhabitants? And why is it that, some nights, his wife wakes to find her side of the bed empty... while he lies motionless in the garden, gazing out into the woods as if waiting for something to return? Because the longer they spend in Melino, one thing becomes clearer: The father knows something about this town. And perhaps the town knows something about him, too.