Marcus The house is calm, soothed, as if the storm of the last few days had finally ceased, as if the raging sea had become gentle again, peaceful, almost asleep, after having devastated everything in its path, the lies, the secrets, the crimes, everything that had been hidden, buried, entombed, for twenty-four years, for a whole life, for a whole existence, and that had finally been revealed, spoken, confessed, forgiven perhaps, one day, if one wants, if one can, if one still can, after all these years, after all these lies, after all these fears, after all these flights. I am in the kitchen, I am making coffee, I watch Élianor who is sitting at the table, who is looking out the window, who is looking at the garden, the snow melting, spring arriving, life going on, going on without Sabrina, without Marc, without all those lies, those secrets, those crimes, going on with us, with her, with the children, with Matha, with Liora, with Viviane soon, with this family we are building, sto
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