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Chapter 9 — The Riddle in the Fog
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Remember me naked Epilogue 2 — The Night and the Promise
LYRAThe sea breathes close by.Below the terrace, the waves come to die on the rocks before retreating, patient, eternal.The wind passes over my skin, lifts the sheers, glides through my hair.Each breath seems to say: you are here, at last.The room is open to the world.The moon pours its pale gold into it, the same gold as that of my dreams.Everything is calm.Everything waits.I stand near the window, still draped in light.My heart beats as on the first day, and yet—it beats more softly.Tonight, nothing burns.Everything illuminates.The door half-opens.His steps, slow, approach me.He says nothing.He doesn't need to.His presence alone suffices to soothe the last tremor of my soul.I feel his hand brush my shoulder, like a promise.Warmth spreads, slow, soft, sovereign.I close my eyes.All the past fades—or rather, it bows.For nothing is forgotten; everything is forgiven.ALEXANDREI look at her without daring to speak.Light glides over her, over her fair skin, over the
Remember me naked Epilogue — The Light and the Name
LYRAThe sky stretches, vast and golden, above the hills.The villa, white among the cypress trees, is covered with flowers. Ivory ribbons float at the windows, the wind plays in the garlands, and the bell of the neighboring church rings, clear, like an ancient breath returning to life.Today, Gabriel receives his name.And we, ours—the one we chose, together, after so many struggles.Daniel came to support us in this moment with his new girlfriend. I think he has turned the page.I stand before the mirror, the dress light, my shoulders bare.Around me, everything breathes peace: the scent of jasmine, the bursts of voices in the garden, the muffled laughter of guests.I close my eyes for a moment.I think of my mother. Of what she would have said.Perhaps she would have smiled, this time. Perhaps she would have finally seen in me not an escape, but a return.A light knock at the door."Ready?"I turn around—Alexandre is there.He wears a light-colored suit, almost white. The sun catch
Remember me naked Chapter 261 — The Weight of Mothers
ALEXANDREThere is something inhumanly slow in the silence of a prison.A suspended beat, a time that no longer passes.Footsteps echo in the corridor, counted, precise.The guard walks ahead of me, his keyring jangling with each step, like a reminder of the world outside.I hadn't returned here since the day of her arrest.Two months have passed, but the memory remained: the door, the flashes, her voice, that cry she had thrown at me like a blade.Today, everything is calmer.But calm is only another form of war.The interview room is small, bare.A metal table, two chairs, a cold neon light.She enters a few minutes later, handcuffed, flanked by two female officers.When she sees me, she stops.Her face has changed.Haggard features, gray hair, eyes hollowed by insomnia.But in her gaze there is that same icy pride—the one that, once, made me obey without question.She sits down slowly.The officers move away.Only the two of us remain."You came," she says simply."Yes."A silence.
Remember me naked Chapter 260 — The Son of Day
LYRATwo months.Two months of piecing together the fragments of a world we thought broken for good.Two months of learning that silence too can transform, when you let it breathe.The trial has not yet taken place, but the truth has done its work: Alexandre spoke. His father too.The name of D. is no longer a fortress, but a ruin open to the wind.And from these ruins, today, something new is about to be born.The room is white, almost too white.The smell of disinfectant mingles with the lavender perfume Mom discreetly sprayed on the curtains.Outside, morning opens onto a clear sky, washed by yesterday's rain.I am in pain. But it is a living pain.The kind of pain that announces something immense."Breathe, my darling. Breathe slowly."Mom's voice barely trembles. Her hands grip mine.Beside her, Alexandre remains silent, but I feel his presence, heavy, whole.His fingers tremble slightly around mine, his breath synchronizes with mine, like an echo."One more push, Lyra. You're al
Remember me naked Chapter 259 — The Legacy of Silence
ALEXANDREThe sky has closed over the city like a leaden lid.The rain has not ceased since dawn, fine, continuous, almost respectful of the drama.The police station is still surrounded by journalists, their microphones extended like weapons.But this time, it is no longer my mother they await: it is him.My father.I remain at a distance, under a doorway, hands in soaked pockets, watching the man I always believed solid walk toward the police station door.His dark coat, his back straight despite everything, that slow step that no longer holds any pride.He knows he is entering a place where every word can turn against him.But he does not retreat.My father never retreats.When he emerges, two hours later, I am still there.He stops upon seeing me, surprised, almost worried."Alexandre…"His voice is hoarse, more than usual.I step forward without a word.The silence is heavy between us, but there is no longer any escape."We need to talk," I say.He nods, slowly.We get into his c
Remember me naked Chapter 258 — The Mother and the Fall
ALEXANDREThe police station resembles a mausoleum.The corridor echoes beneath my steps, each echo a reminder that I no longer truly belong to this world.An officer leads me without a word to a metal door.Behind it, there is her.Diane D.My mother.My point of origin, my disaster.The interview room is narrow, whitewashed. A table. Two chairs. A harsh lamp that carves out shadows.She is there, seated, hands clasped on the table, without handcuffs this time.Her gaze rises toward me with the same slowness as before, when she used to evaluate me before a dinner or a reception.A gaze that judges before loving."You came," she says."Yes.""They let you in?""For now."Silence.I sit across from her. The air smells of metal and fatigue."Why?"A single word, but it burns my throat."Why did you do all of this?""All of this?" she repeats, almost amused. "You'll have to be more specific. There are so many things they accuse me of."I clench my fists."The manipulations, the attempted
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