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CHAPTER 42: The Investigation 1
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2026-03-15 05:20:51
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I sit down on the floor, next to Marcus. I take the playdough. I make shapes, animals, flowers, things I don't know how to make, that I've never known how to make, that I'm learning with them, with him, with us. And I look at him. I look at him making a castle, a house, a garden, a life. A life he is building with my children. With our children. With our hands, our hearts, our lives. And I feel my heart beating faster, harder, longer. I feel something rising, growing, invading me, choking me, preventing me from breathing, from thinking, from speaking, from doing anything but looking at him, seeing him, feeling him, loving him. Loving him like I've never loved anyone. Loving him like I never believed I could love. Loving him like I never wanted to love. Because it's too much. Too strong. Too big. Too everything, everything, everything. And I'm afraid. Afraid of what will happen if I continue, if I don't run, if I stay, if I say yes. If I finally say what I've never said to
The Revenge of One Humiliated CHAPTER 128 : THE GAME OF FOUR 1
ÉlianorThe snow has stopped falling by the time I get home, leaving behind a white blanket that covers everything. The roofs, the trees, the garden, Marcus's little house. Everything that was there before, everything that will be there after, everything that is there now. In this muffled silence, this soft light, this suspended time, this moment out of time when I set foot on the threshold, when I open the door, when I hear the laughter, the shouts, the sounds of life. My life. The life that goes on. That goes on despite everything. Despite Sabrina. Despite the lies. Despite the secrets. Despite the crimes. Despite everything that should have destroyed us, broken us, annihilated us. And that didn't. That didn't succeed. Because we are here. Because we are together. Because that's what family is. It's not blood. It's not papers. It's not lies. It's those who stay. Those who hold on. Those who love. Those who don't leave. Those who don't flee. Those who don't betra
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Commander Renaud looks at me. She looks at me with those eyes that have seen thousands of liars, thousands of guilty, thousands of innocents, thousands of people who have done horrible things, things one cannot imagine, things one cannot forgive, things one cannot forget, things that remain, that remain etched in these walls, in these neon lights, in this table, in this chair, in this file, in these photos, in this evidence, in everything that is here, everything that will never leave, everything that will stay, everything that will be here when I am no longer here, when I am gone, when I am dead, when I am forgotten, when I am nothing more, nothing more than these photos, this evidence, these lies, these secrets, these crimes."You're lying, Mrs. Fabron," she says in a soft voice, almost gentle, a voice that doesn't need to shout, doesn't need to threaten, doesn't need to frighten. Because the truth is there. Because the evidence is there. Because
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