Madrid Letters
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Completed, First published Jun 26, 2026

The novel *Madrid Letters* follows Gabriella’s journey as she arrives in Madrid following a departure from Seoul, carrying with her a mysterious series of gifts and notes. These chapters trace her reunion with family – maternal cousins Elena and Mateo, and Mateo’s wife, Sandra – and reveal a warm, playful dynamic shaped by shared history. Gabriella finds solace in the affection of her grandmother and cousins, a comforting haven amidst the uncertainty sparked by anonymous communications received before her travels. The narrative hints at emotional distance and a longing for connection, as Gabriella navigates a bittersweet homecoming.
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