The night came, and I decided to leave Casper with the children. Lancelot and I went back to his house after closing the cafe, and for the first time in days, there was no shouting in the street, no glass shaking with stones, and no hidden cameras behind poles. Only silence. It was almost strange.At home, the smell of old coffee still stuck to the walls, mixed with his sweat and mine. Lancelot took off his apron, dropped it on the couch, and threw himself into the armchair as if the weight of the world had come down with the sun."Today was less bad," he said, running his hands through his hair.I sat next to him, letting my leg rub his. "Less bad is still bad, Lancelot."He laughed, that short laugh, without light, but that made me want to hold him. "It is the closest peace we will ever have."I looked at him, the broad shoulders, the tired mouth, the eyes that hid more than they revealed. And even then, I wanted to believe. You needed to believe."So, let’s pretend it’s peace," I m
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