All Chapters of The Revenge of One Humiliated: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

ÉlianorI am at the police station an hour after finding the letter, I am in Commander Renaud's office, I showed her the threat, I told her what happened, what I found, what I knew, what I feared, what I wanted, what I was asking for, and she listened to me, she listened to me without saying anything, without doing anything, without showing anything, with her eyes that have seen thousands of threats, thousands of fears, thousands of lives in danger, thousands of families who asked for protection, security, justice, and who got it sometimes, who didn't get it often, who waited always, for a long time, too long, for nothing, for no one, for a promise that wasn't kept, that couldn't be kept, that wasn't wanted to be kept."I will post an officer in front of your home, Ms. Hammond," she says in a voice she wants reassuring, professional, a voice that wants to be the one that says you will be protected, that we will watch over you, that we will guard your children, your home, your life, bu

ÉlianorNight fell long ago, the house is silent, the children are asleep, Matha has gone up to bed, Liora is in her room, and Marcus is here, on the living room sofa, with a blanket, a pillow, a book he isn't reading, eyes that don't close, a presence that doesn't weaken, a protection that doesn't stop, that doesn't fall asleep, that doesn't relax, whatever happens, whatever we do, whatever we say, whatever we choose.I go down the stairs without making a sound, I cross the hallway, I enter the living room, and I look at him, I look at him lying on the sofa, eyes closed, breathing slow, regular, peaceful, as if he were sleeping, as if he were at peace, as if there were nothing, nothing but this night, this house, this life, this love, this protection, everything he offers me, everything he gives me, everything he has been giving me for six years, since that night when he met me, when he loved me, when I left, when he searched, when he found, when he waits, when he will always wait.I

ÉlianorI hang up, I put the phone on the table, I look at Marcus, I look at his eyes that look at me, that wait for me, that hope for me, that love me, and I tremble, I tremble with my whole body, with my whole soul, with my whole life, I tremble as one trembles when one has waited twenty-four years, when one has hoped twenty-four years, when one has believed twenty-four years, when one has doubted twenty-four years, when one has been afraid twenty-four years, when one has fled twenty-four years, and that finally, finally, the truth arrives, life arrives, love arrives, everything we searched for, everything we wanted, everything we hoped for, everything we believed in, everything we loved, everything we were, everything we are, everything we will be, arrives, here, now, in front of me, in these words, in this voice, in this woman who is my mother, who is Viviane, who is alive, who is somewhere, in the south of France, with her sons, her life, her happiness, her love, everything she r

ÉlianorTime has no meaning anymore, no measure, no limit, it stretches, contracts, stops, starts again, races, calms, does what it wants, what it can, what it must, to make me wait, hope, fear, doubt, suffer, everything one can do when waiting for one's father to live or die, to tell him "come back" or "go away," to keep him or let him go, to fight or to give up, everything one can do when sitting on a plastic chair in a hospital hallway, staring at a closed door, listening to sounds one doesn't understand, waiting for news one doesn't want to hear, hoping for a miracle one doesn't dare believe possible, not after everything that has happened, not after all these lies, not after all these fears, not after all these flights, not after everything we've lost, everything we've given, everything we've sacrificed, everything we've sold, everything we've betrayed, everything we've abandoned, everything we've left, everything we've forgotten, everything, everything, everything.The door open

ÉlianorThe following days are a whirlwind, a chaos, a storm, everything races, accelerates, flutters, jostles, collides, clashes, in my head, in my heart, in my stomach, in everything that is me, everything that is no longer me, everything that has never been me, since I learned that Viviane is alive, since I saw her photo, since I spoke to my father, since he almost died, since he came back, since he holds on, struggles, resists, lives, for me, for her, for us, for this family we are going to rebuild, that we are going to love, that we are going to protect, that we are going to defend, that we are going to keep, that we are going to save, no matter what happens, no matter what we do, no matter what we say, no matter what we choose.The detective calls me every day, he gives me news, information, details, about Viviane, about her life, about her sons, about everything she built, everything she saved, everything she kept, after everything was taken from her, stolen from her, removed f