Velume

Three weeks after his grandfather's death, Sacha spends one night alone in his photo studio, clearing it out before handing over the keys. In a locked drawer: eight rolls of film, never developed, labelled "for later".

By the red glow of the darkroom, you guide Sacha bath after bath. The images surface one by one — an unknown face, a child, returned letters — tracing a secret the family buried for forty years. At 5 a.m., someone knocks.