The Revenge of One Humiliated
Élianor
The house is warm, bright, welcoming, as it always is, as it has always been since Matha has been here, since my children have been here, since Marcus has been here, since Liora has been here, since this family has been building itself, stone by stone, day after day, hope after hope, forgiveness after forgiveness, love after love, without me realizing it, without me wanting it, without me daring it, without me believing it, without me hoping for it, without me loving it, but by loving it, because that's what a family is, it's not blood, it's not papers, it's not lies, it's those who stay, those who hold on, those who love, those who don't leave, those who don't flee, those who don't