Remember me naked
Because she must share this blazing indignation that consumes me.
She answers immediately.
— Cassandre? Is everything okay, my dear?
I close my eyes, inhale, then I drop the bomb, in a cold voice.
— Mom… It’s over.
A leaden silence.
— Over? What do you mean?
I walk, my footsteps echoing on the floor like sentences.
— They know everything. Every single thing I’ve done. Every maneuver, every lie, every secret. Everything has been uncovered.
My throat tightens, but my voice remains hard, relentless.
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