After the divorce, she lived in a storage unit. One night, she heard a knock from the other side of the wall, and what followed left her frozen…

Before they parted, Daniel turned to her. What made you change your mind? After so long? Livia smiled, thinking of the stranger on the other side of the wall, the knocks that had become her anchor, the notes that had rebuilt her soul.

Someone reminded me that sometimes we need a wall between us to really start communicating.

He didn’t fully understand but he nodded. There was time for explanations, for stories, for new beginnings. When Livia returned to her small storage room-turned-bedroom that night, she didn’t feel suffocated for the first time.

The walls didn’t seem to be closing in on her. She sat on the bed, looking at the wall where it all began. She raised her hand and knocked three times.

There was no response, of course. But somehow she knew that somewhere, someone was also starting anew. Someone who, like her, had found the courage to face the past instead of running from it.

And in that small room, which once felt like a prison and now was just a temporary stop, Livia fell asleep with a comforting thought. Sometimes we need to completely lose ourselves to find our way back home.