Yes, finally the knots were unravelling and the threads of her knotted thoughts, mingled with forgotten memories had started to separate.
Oh, that hidden corridor with a locked door, it was there, all along it had been, but it was only today, after 55 years of that incident, that she was standing there.
Her doctor had told her to go slowly, but suddenly, finding herself in front of that locked door, she couldn’t resist.
She pushed it, and the sound, “Cheeeeee”* meant, it hadn’t been locked.
It hadn’t been locked at all, just ajar!
The little girl, running to find her sister had crossed the door, running to the other side of the corridor where a curtain was moving as if someone had just gone through it.