The Revenge of One Humiliated
A vengeance whose ultimate jewel, the multiplied reason for being, are the children, and her.
But at this moment, faced with this scene of absolute and doubled peace, the vengeance seems distant. Secondary. It's the foundation, not the heart. The heart beats here, on this rug, in two perfectly synchronized beats, in Lilou's whisper and Léon's concentration, in the invisible bond that unites them and that unites us to them.
Martha's hand seeks mine, squeezes it briefly. Her grip is firm, charged with all the promises kept and yet to be kept. Doubled promises.