LOVE and RUSE
Standing gracefully, she shook her head, a gesture of disappointment rather than defeat.
"Christophe, I didn't expect you to act so immature. You can't tell a youth not to behave like one, that justified my action when I ran away from home back then. But now, I am back to make things right, at least I own up to my mistakes. Your son Adam, on the other hand, hasn't. Six months ago, he knocked down an eight-month-old pregnant woman on the highway and left her to die. It was a hit-and-run case, but he's presently at the apartment you rent for him, as we speak, he's partying with his friends with no feeling of guilt or remorse."
Christophe's face drained of color, his posture collapsing into one