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Chapter 18: Lessons from Gabriel
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2026-03-19 18:22:51Renaud didn’t say who he needed to see.
He just held my gaze for a beat, then turned away like the answer had already cost him enough.
I followed him down the corridor anyway. Not because I expected him to suddenly become chatty. Because if I didn’t follow, I’d spend the night chewing on questions until my teeth cracked.
Luc was on the sofa in the sitting room, a throw blanket over his legs, pretending he wasn’t shaking. Colette had placed a cup of
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